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I cry I never cry for films sometimes I cry for books Anyway I cry I'm crying maybe you think that I'm just complaining But the problem is the question, that is "WHY?" Tears of what? I don't know at what my tears are due to I think they're for the happiness found in his love or maybe they're for the nostalgia of the liar, who stole my love, times ago And now I'm in my lake of tears, situated in my middle earth, full of doubts, suffering and heavenly happiness at the same time. Oh I need a help I ask for saving myself I pray to my love but I'm thinking about the liar Therefore I die in the extremely wide, deep and putrid lake in the middle earth of my middle heart.
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
Tears of doubts
I cry I never cry for films sometimes I cry for books Anyway I cry I'm crying maybe you think that I'm just complaining But the problem is the question, that is "WHY?" Tears of what? I don't know at what my tears are due to I think they're for the happiness found in his love or maybe they're for the nostalgia of the liar, who stole my love, times ago And now I'm in my lake of tears, situated in my middle earth, full of doubts, suffering and heavenly happiness at the same time. Oh I need a help I ask for saving myself I pray to my love but I'm thinking about the liar Therefore I die in the extremely wide, deep and putrid lake in the middle earth of my middle heart.
BeatrixGreen
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
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