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I / Passion I never met someone who I could fall in love with – abandoned, it was what I said, trying to fool the ***** Crazy is the foreigner's heart who I allow myself to fall in love with, even if I've already been born with dead heart – peaceful, it was what she said, trying not to delude me. Hollow is the lady's heart who pretended to love without being loving – convinced, it was what I said, trying to forget her. I never met you sentimentally, because in life, we have to go and find the best of each day which fills empty of our hearts, otherwise, we will die unhappy – charmed, it was what she said. II / Consideration I died with what people appreciate a lot, and gradually I realize how irrelevant my despair was. Gratitude is maybe what I must feel... although there's a bigger feeling. III / Promise I'll walk through lonely streets, trying to forget what I felt while I expect infinity of my heart finish and change to better.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Death of the Heart
I / Passion I never met someone who I could fall in love with – abandoned, it was what I said, trying to fool the ***** Crazy is the foreigner's heart who I allow myself to fall in love with, even if I've already been born with dead heart – peaceful, it was what she said, trying not to delude me. Hollow is the lady's heart who pretended to love without being loving – convinced, it was what I said, trying to forget her. I never met you sentimentally, because in life, we have to go and find the best of each day which fills empty of our hearts, otherwise, we will die unhappy – charmed, it was what she said. II / Consideration I died with what people appreciate a lot, and gradually I realize how irrelevant my despair was. Gratitude is maybe what I must feel... although there's a bigger feeling. III / Promise I'll walk through lonely streets, trying to forget what I felt while I expect infinity of my heart finish and change to better.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
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