Monday, November 24, 2008

Westernchikan Groper In Cinema

Eighth Day ... The lack

I miss it so much that I can hardly breathe. But does not answer my mail. I do not look. Do not send me messages. Talk to me only if absolutely necessary. Meanwhile, Christmas is approaching. And I can not find the strength to survive.
The deep contempt in her eyes. His gaze when he looks at me. A deep sorrow at heart. My heart when I think of him. And I think about him every second. If only I could turn back ....

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