till erupted eventually, taking the saving daylong indolence is fast. "Clang, clang, clang----"Hysterical shout, be like my tear. Cry, weeping always is good, can rejoice to still can be in at least when wanting to cry him indulge tear is breathed ground indulge in wilful persecution. Face ceaselessly in front what flush and come is confused, bearing ceaselessly all around roaring has emerged depression, keep tear ceaselessly then, eroding those by bruise of actual tatty again and again. The sort of slight the ache that touchs cut, make me affirmatory, I am in grow. Tear is the hold a memorial ceremony for of pair of parting time only, just seek a unfixed kind of real way in the heavy school work of high school. Discharge washing with watercolors was over, mop does the tear stains of canthus, face the road of unfinished next alone. I know my continuity and as before persistent. In the member that receive silver unusual view falls, grasping one canister beer to walk out of convenience inn. Send the ground like discharge to shaking next, when hear that flat bang, see that bubble of yellow general quietly then everlasting outside spew is worn, had overflowed the centre of the palm, however whats are caught, our youth. Learning the about of adult, die out a sip of, pharynx goes down be returned finally. I guess, my expression is definite the flavor with this beer is same- - agonized, dinkum acerbity. But I still get pharynx, because we often are done not have,choose. What can decide is let go it in the corner that is thrown in the corner, next justice without return consider the ground to leave, the bubble that stays to pile yellow general is in dirty cement ground feebly genteel drip, be like our dream, what can change sometimes is worthless. Means and opportunity anaesthesia are searched in the life. But escape hard after all. So, I always take courage, start off. Stand still in the top layer of the building, it is a loud cry only. The force with original life, the voice with original spirit, wash with watercolors to the top of one's bent in the altitude of fresh gale howl discharge and abandon. At the moment, of painful happy move, it is a real heart. Tear and smile, just be oneself is true and enunciative. I, it is a station is in wind only, involuntary discharge of urine falls memorial person. Taking hoarse throat next, go continueing my original ideal. I know all the time, the road that grow is full of bramble, be in painful as alternant as what bear in, smile stubbornly, cry sadly, still just continue the footstep, do not wish to stop. Because, I want to be brought up.
