Saturday, May 15, 2010

Poptropica How To Earn Credites

Nessun senso

I could give in to anxiety
Making a decision also heavy
Without regret, as if I thought
that everything is falling apart
Exactly as it should
Until we reach limit
Everything is complicated and unlikely
would not make sense in their shoulders shaking
sand
to stem the world
With its violence
Behind the mirror there is nothing
Just before we see the figure
The music plays an old song
memories flow like a river
My friend, everything should be different
But really should not matter
Rough rags, turning out
There is a strange twisted way throughout
It is impossible to lift
There is a reason, a decision is illogical

Go ahead and 'the only reason for living

Fight Live to give There are no regrets

Without thinking.

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