Extreme beauty, extreme life, sometimes not, can not see the depths of the soul, was mediocre trivial package, wrap the soul was unable to release, in the speed, in beauty, in love, in singing , even in the vent in the extreme to see the shadow of this advance in our body, the soul is surprisingly pleasant, big mouth to panting, as if the unspeakable boredom is a vent and empty, poor human beings, we all used to camouflage, to disguise the existence of pain also, taking advantage of the opportunity can be the ultimate one, ripped off her camouflage, cry cry, to laugh to laugh, calm, to abandon the hypocritical, Who can not crazy like a madman, like a return to the true self, by this time of crazy to walk out. When all is calm most of the madman might. I do not want calm, give an ultimate chance of a return, the cynical propaganda into the depths of my heart.

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