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But many times, the question that now I'm happy

That's what I asked when people come between us, but the answer to that one

but deep. Not sure I see a picture
binding. Outsiders looking that good
.I appreciate this very But it is also filled with questions
Often it.
I still love to hold hands, we still like the old
even longer as well not long

but she was tired of listening deeply. It has hurt
And so I do not understand the word love for each other
passion is. Why the loneliness inside me real
she looked at me for a long time or I escape loneliness


I just hold on to make a call on what to do
.She looked me up to fill the other half in mind or just seeing it the other day


I want you to try to look at each other say for sure. She interpreted the word love on it.

But many times the questions
real blessed that my now?
when people question the story between us

but good to reply, but he. Not sure same
see see commitments that people outside look that good
.To appreciate this, but it's certainly still filled with questions
often! I still am lonely
, we still hand in hand as well as old as long chat
.
long she tired to listen
but he has it mind
.And I do not understand the word love, what is love
. Why are internal to the desolate
she really is that I find for a long time
I a single escape or die "

is simply set aside so that when am lonely call when there is nothing to make
?She looked I came in half-filled or just wan to be friends

I look her face
told. She interpreted the words love it?

But the question many times, and now I'm happy
really?
when people come to ask the story between us

well said. But deep down, but not so sure,
that picture to be binding on the outside looked at each other,
Admire the mind. But I think I am often filled with questions

I also feel lonely, we took the old
more like more like talking. Not long

she was tired of listening to it, but deep down, it has to be petulant
and mine doesn't understand the words, the love that they love
what is it in my mind to lonely
why she looked at me a long time to find the truth, or to hang out

the solitude I ran away when I was lonely, it was only a
to call when there is nothing to do
She looked at me, half filled in mind

or just to hang out. I wish she looked at each other. Try
tell me to make sure she had interpreted the words that I love.