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Life More

There I grew; with the time grew each time more. I started to change my skill of being, my gostos, my crazes, my friendships, until I got passionate myself for the first time. It was pretty, had a charming smile, said pretty words to me called, me to leave, hugs had it more comfortable of the world, its fingers if they incased perfectly in mine. I thought ‘ ‘ this boy was made pra mim’ ‘. For months I spoke with it, and to each day that passed, I became attached myself more. He had a time, where I imagined we two in the altar, of a side it said that he wanted to marry me and of the other I the same said. To read more click here: Ann Davies. Until one day, the worse one of my life until today, it arrived for me and said that he did not go to give more certain.

He spoke that he did not love me, that I had been only one pastime, and that wanted to follow the life without me. My world pulled down. I did not want to have listened to that, for me, I was the last thing that I wanted to listen in the life. Happiness, abandoned you me leave, me in the hand, as you you can make this? Soon when I more needed you, you disappeared. Then the years had been passing, and my heart continued there, in the hope of that it would go to come back. Not, it did not come back. I suffered, cried, all the nights before sleeping I I asked for the God for it, while he slept was the name of it that I called.