The night was cold, Elisa was out on the street, he loved walking at night on cold days, I felt like the air I tossed her tresses black, felt the darkness inside her, was not goth or emo, or anything like that, but she liked the evening. It was sinister, mysterious, so interesting, so peaceful ... walked without knowing its destination, just walk, walk, let the feelings aside and think only of her. He remembered all the damage he had done previously, love was a shit or so I thought it but I hoped that someday change that view ...
Hello! Thanks to all who read these little posts \u0026lt;3
As always I leave one sentence: err once is twice my fault.
I love this sentence because I do not know you but now I'm going to suffer for love,
and this situation is going that phrase, I'm going to go wrong or why I say, guess it's time
shame on me ; by hopes up too quickly, but the heart does not understand when you feel this ...
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