Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Throat Infections More Condition_symptoms TOUCHING THE MERITS OF SADNESS

(...) "I have Fear of Tomorrow you will be another day and the pass in front of others, can not hide my sadness "(...)




And my soul is where this Who stole it me? One can not escape. Doomed to roam the vast dark, one can not escape ...


miss the come and hear your voice, I miss not having your support, nooo ...
need to finish what we started planning a day, what I want is to have you and not remember ...

And If fortune or chance, give us the opportunity to meet again I swear I will never hide what's inside of me, I will open my heart ...

I miss you, kiss, bye, cuidate!


immortal words of Claudia from the bottom of what remains of his heart ...

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