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they want to forget myself are hard to forget, like the words engraved on the stones supra shoes for sale, in order to get rid of it, you have to destroy the stones. This is the feeling.
I hope my memory is transparent, because only is colorless and transparent is the plain will blur your shadow will be sad dilution. Transparent is the sun. However, in reality, however, my memory colorful.
about your past with blue, red, gray, black.
table tennis. You hastily came and told me to one side, into my hands a so-cake, with blue packaging. You say, blue is the color of the sky, blue is the prediction of victory, the blue is me. You say, when you goes wrong, looked up, I smile to you in the sky. You say, blue, we must remember it! I did not say anything, you just hold it. Day, I won that field Comp.
red is our love, and, like others, love and be loved by a being surrounded. But that red is too hot, and smoke covered the heat accidentally overlooking our eyes, forget that he still in high school still standing on a tree does Dushu. Naturally, our slow pace. But you do not care. But I care.
I put the blame on love. I dilute my love awake. I began to alienate you, not a word of explanation. You may read me, you try to escape with me. Usually meet just laugh it off lightly. But the taste of the heart and feel good. It is gray. Love did not make me hold
morale recurrence, but the emotion itself into another conflict which. After the return to school entrance, less your shadow your voice. I know you do not test well radii shoes on sale, but you still easily found a school to go, perhaps with the feelings of pique.
girl supra shoes, we officially broke up. All colors are black cover.
Some people say that time can dilute everything.
I try to forget you, finally you can not remember the contours of your face, yet about your past, but all the more clear, so let me past but also increasingly good to know you, I virtually dragged into the quagmire of remorse.
standing empty on the fifth floor, there is a thing called time, quiet affair from the side through, and then disappeared, without leaving traces of return.
and you have not left me any excuse to re-love.
nothing more.
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