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Sometimes it’s hard to be yourself. But I am. Now.

Miss u very much.

In the night, I hear ‘em talk the coldest story ever told. Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul to a woman so heartless.. How could you be so heartless? Oh.. How could you be so heartless?

..хочется побыть одной.

Любовь не просто вздохи на скамейке. Не просто обнаженных тел томленье, А повседневная и трудная работа И ежедневное навстречу душ стремленье. Когда один из любящих болеет, Второй с готовностью всю боль себе берет. И если это будет не взаимно, То обязательно один из них умрет.

..а на небе только и говорят, что о море и о закате.

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I love my horse. I can always count on him to listen without judging me. He sees my tears, listens to my problems, and eagerly approaches me in the pasture. His trusting eyes have seen my grief, his silky ears have heard my pain. His musky smell is comforting when I’m depressed. I kiss his velvet-like nose with affection as I stroke his muscular neck. His stubborness amuses me as I try to lift his feet while he plants his hooves like concrete to the ground. His temperament remains increasingly docile as he gets older. Another reminder he’s here to stay. Why do I love my horse? It’s easy to figure out..

..thinking of u..