stumble
, choose to stay as if we had wanted to the top and realize that we are
far from the start, but what else to do , accept to live up, it is a
matter of habit for
the delayed start, when everything is clear side of the precipice ,
when I have a dream to fly free, but I'm attached to my body, it was he
who fear me well I can go further, but my organs
are organized to believe that I am one of the other , no different , a
more free to do anything special singular , if I wanted to bring
something to me, but life goes , c is
already breathing , then what , a drink to the health of all those who
are sad , but when I think I have to get up in the morning and go to bed
at night , I can not help thinking that Nothing
is unstable and I tell stories to avoid seeing what is really a small
accident in life, a considerable choice down to a dice game , words ,
thousands of days , downhill store ,
means means, and in the certainty of making the right choice , a
multitude of passions that light up when they arrive , but when the time
is there , there is nobody , because in most cases, it
starts from the beginning, and to a narrow passage there are less
people, when everything is set to try to send the sauce, there is always
a croissant which pushes the digestion , this time I know what mean,
it's nice, it's soft , sometimes I feel leave, but he must return ,
because the balance is there, otherwise it's cold, that does not fall
making, c is more but I have to go slowly so as not to scare passers
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