Love will tear us apart The Amari sang: "I love you, you do not know where my eyes even." I love I did not understand anything. But a couple of things I understand. I understand that love often, as they say, if you do not come looking for. If you think of anything else. If you go in the morning with matted hair and perfumed breath for you, and not for him. Love is a magnet that pushes you away but if you're lucky, or not, you attract to himself. And if it attracts to itself can be dicks. Because I understood that love is not always the same, indeed, is light years away from being even remotely in common with some common feature, if not sweat and want to fuck each other. There P. that says it was with one for 2 years and 4 months from now with one, I know that even if all my relations chief Saltan and passes out of 120 days. D denies that there is a bit 'his being, for love sometimes scare ourselves and others. Love has no sex and all you need is love, but in the end better to be heterosexual. G there who claims to have had their hearts broken many times and is a bit 'all, but in the end I do not believe him. If it's true what they say love is something poignant, as close to a powerful attack of diarrhea in the center of Milan in April for a walk with your best friend ever in the world and we want ricapitarci inside. There is a separate M broom. By a woman. There is the L, that splendor, that perhaps it is you who really know what love is. Love 3msc totally opposite, totally opposed to Lancelot and Guinevere, and perhaps just like the damnation of Paolo and Francesca. Why the years pass and we decide to continue alongside those who want to make us suffer, a pusher of depression in because we can no longer do without suffering from a strange Stockholm syndrome. But then we must have the courage to starting over. Make a French seam or joint true here where the heart is broken and torn, or wait to see that the light comes in and then you realize that you have nothing inside. And anything goes. Why is love will destroy us. Or maybe not. I did not understand much, I just know that lately I do not understand what I feel. The mother did not ask me if I eat more, ask me who I like at this time. I feel a whirlwind of things that do not understand, I love you all and I do not love anybody. I cooked adolescent powerful as a tsunami and then spend a few days. I think it's like a kid in a store for toy, I want all the new toys and now, I can not choose and are eager. Do not worry mother, I will learn. Forgive me father, for I have sinned and I will. And then there is A, there would be so many things, but then you piss off if you were talking about him. But there is also love the "I like that all behind me die" but then disappears if he does not write. We are 6 days, I think, with the last two I'm a bit cooked 'track of time. What is certain is that everyone has his asshole
and we kill everything we love and know for sure , I wrote the book of Ben Ten
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