When you are tired by writte blood letters, the sorrow gone so fast, your heart is accustomed.
Open new doors, meet new people and kid yourself again and again, this is the game, up and down...
Why every special person that I know is not for me?
I hope this is not other tantrum... some come, some go... Who will be here?
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Old lovers, old passions, old fantasies, old dreams... everything in dust. But I'm fine, I'm alive and I can try it again, and again, and again...
NaiT
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