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q Q such that around here going to report me I'm gone summer throwing the eggs and then we did not write much nothing q q q's just not what this post actually put will not bring anything new just a greeting.
I've been continuing the story .. and I have things in mind but by putting them into words why I like and I have not published but soon there will be news.
well I have spent an incredible day today was the best I remember, walking Samil leaving letters in the sand, what time
belllooo greetings
Well, things get dangerous soon I'm going to put in new vices
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Friday, March 9, 2007
Chetna And Prithviblog
imonio had declined greatly, but he did not deserve this, he had struggled to overcome the obstacles that are constantly appearing. It was unfair what happened, whenever there was trouble lately she blamed him and his illness, which forced him to take medication for life. It was unfair, she could not be so perfect as to throw him the blame for everything.
Lately when things went wrong, Mark stopped taking his medication, hoping to reach an episode of mania to return the joy, enthusiasm and creativity (as in the editorial were pressuring him to publish a new novel as soon as possible .) But now that he had arrived home and parked his truck, with the cleaners yetrunning, it seized a huge sense of depression, and had days like that (especially since I began to suspect deception) but now felt more alone than ever. Had left his family, his friends, his acquaintances, all for the woman, and now she pulled left alone, lying abandoned.
thought and thought about what he would do, did not want to see it again, I did not see her walk through that door, so happy, so smiling, so perfect, as liar .... never wanted to kiss her, never wanted to make love and he knew that never feel love but hatred of deception, who knows how long she would have been created. I was very nervous and breathing hard. The only thing he could think of was to go for the bottle of Jack,
Lately when things went wrong, Mark stopped taking his medication, hoping to reach an episode of mania to return the joy, enthusiasm and creativity (as in the editorial were pressuring him to publish a new novel as soon as possible .) But now that he had arrived home and parked his truck, with the cleaners yetrunning, it seized a huge sense of depression, and had days like that (especially since I began to suspect deception) but now felt more alone than ever. Had left his family, his friends, his acquaintances, all for the woman, and now she pulled left alone, lying abandoned.
thought and thought about what he would do, did not want to see it again, I did not see her walk through that door, so happy, so smiling, so perfect, as liar .... never wanted to kiss her, never wanted to make love and he knew that never feel love but hatred of deception, who knows how long she would have been created. I was very nervous and breathing hard. The only thing he could think of was to go for the bottle of Jack,
Monday, February 26, 2007
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