Cloudy Saturday she kissed hero while i gave him a letter that she forgot to read. The sun has been crumpled, because this story of heartache. Sunday also looks clouded his mind might fight while the letter in his pocket faded already. Rest lingering kiss as well, demon kiss, kiss him. Young mistress you toasty future. Oh..heart...she trembled. Her heart...oh..hearts vibrate. How that letter now ? is it still remains timeless in your pants pocket or have lost you waste so that it becomes a powder that fly.
Mrs. Young, the letter is very valuable to me but why the letter i gave you wasted ?. I know enough of you, untill i feel sick now. Mrs young thank you for injuries you give. I can't believe you have this. You used to be an angel heart. I still care about you. Through the letter i was complaining about my heart. Because you ignored my letter i now become hate. You destroy me, you have to leave me alone. I hope you come back and take half my breath. But it will not possible.

Not feel dark matter falls toward the tip of the night cold morning. There is only one star tonight, probably because of my being nervous about the letter. Together with them the story of this.
"This Time To Sleep"
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