I got tired of being patient, waiting pretenderte, can not stand your looks, do not ever want to see. Only one thing unites us, nothing can compare, but I'm tired of being patient, I got tired of waiting. I know I can imagine poderme future, and your side does not see it, we will not deceive. Each person was stopped for directions that connect, that palm have embraced the truth. I'm tired of being patient, waiting pretenderte, not stand your looks, do not ever want to see. Only one thing unites us, nothing can compare, but I'm tired of being patient, I got tired of waiting. I know I can imagine a future poderme your side ... but I do not see me again ... not looking. The trunk
May 22, 2008.
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