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Long time no dream, in the past few days but frequently do all kinds of strange dream. I always so glad to wake up nightmare afternoon, although open your eyes that a brake, my whole body cells are jumping up, a cold sweat. So I still NaoNao hair, relaxes to sentence, "also is a dream". And then lie down, my mind was a blank.

Have already been used to wake up every day, grope for mobile phone ready to boot, just like today like this, just earlier than usual. So pick up the phone, lay the text.

It rains cats and dogs, woke up cannot continue to fall asleep. Lying in bed before looking through writing, memory is like concealed, those past, memory of the familiar scene still disappear do not come loose. I like to write things, write state, write boring water diary, mood record... Pick up those happy or sad memories, the in the mind is always filled with regrets. I like this, and joy this not to go down and continue to do so. I won't do not pain, don't fall, I will find a position to settle them. I'll put them, along with happy together. Don't want these to be regarded as "not happy," "grief" poor children wander in every corner of the memory, that they will be more sad.

The rain outside the window, on, like a quack be born of wheat stay can't help their emotions, and now, I also can't help the heart to cool slightly. The rain is, even if again close the flax not cut off the inner miss. The rain is, who is in the heart of the constantly drop of blood? Why do I hear the sound of a broken heart? The rain, waiting for the moment whether clear sky, the one injured heart will nature heal.

Isn't it? You said like rainy days, like the appearance of quiet harmonious picture, one umbrella, walking in the rain, need not wordy, so had been kept on going, thoughts can also spread very long.

Now think of those pictures, the in the mind unavoidably somewhat more sorrow, sorrow is? Is lost? Still have all the anger?

Although decline, although small cool, don't want to leave cheap 59fifty new era 59fifty hats, to everyone left the impression of balsam pear is a face, don't want to leave regret, to go also to pack, all picked up. I'm going to put you put alone, let time's exile. For your words and expressions, I choose to forgive, after all that is already had gone past. Also please forgive all people, that so strong I, right now, not stopped in the hearts of the a small cool, that is of the land of falling into a cool slightly.