Dear daily and I

in the middle of the billions of people who knows what's currently here in full now, perhaps someone is dying laughing, some crying, here's someone I some how a way of life, we call this role we are trying to play her as our us has been provided.a beautiful sunset time on the air, and close to cool, but I have breath, thank God, also from the future in this world, just as they do not have a track day, other people like you, who knows, this log NES news maybe ever will
not be deleted, and he meets over the years, but after many years after that, we are again, that is, someone who knows the Earth reads ...
days months passes
tirelessly arises solar
and every night of the month smiles
Earth's lines of aging

people are born dies
not at all alone in the world
someone goes to income
next from generation to generation
some of them leaves a trail
and memorable
someone is quiet
the presence of absence of account ha ha

There is no need to hold a big stink
is the patronimic of the stink was lost/self

a peak at the end of the desert
It makes ownership Tomb stone
day perhaps a Sparrow
at the beginning of the songs tells
your hear
Perhaps the efsun overnight
Star sprinkled dust upon
your attention more

in fact no It won't be you/this universe
like other non-no
each entity can find/cells
all new-born day will
still life ...
Here's the dear diary ...immediately came to them at the moment ... inside the Scribbleso lean ...so in a hurry.who knows, maybe it passes the time I was cümlelerimdir you ...or not ...who knows ...

By Kristen
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