It 's cold but still nothing is frozen, I love the Ok-Go, but I do not think they love me.
hard to love me, I do not love me neither. E 'existence hostile to peace and serenity probably agitation and restlessness and indecision then suffering, but that's okay. Sometimes I enjoy the sun on your face or the wind in your hair and I think I'm lucky to still have the perception of little things, are not to die in and not face the great reality delle cose, che incombe sempre come una grossa ombra gelida e scura.
Io per ora le cammino davanti.
hard to love me, I do not love me neither. E 'existence hostile to peace and serenity probably agitation and restlessness and indecision then suffering, but that's okay. Sometimes I enjoy the sun on your face or the wind in your hair and I think I'm lucky to still have the perception of little things, are not to die in and not face the great reality delle cose, che incombe sempre come una grossa ombra gelida e scura.
Io per ora le cammino davanti.
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