As Fast

It is as if the world revolves around the loss. I have the impression to explain that would be pointless. If more in box is never a pleasure it is a time, we overcome the "t fast enough. Back building itself as a person. It seems that in the last few days are nothing become soft, mild, loves nothing. Nothings I dare not forget. The most beautiful treason, the unforgettable autumn. I travel in my heart and spade in the head that ... in the early autumn. I rise of UN memory, knew only to forget the old Memories. The true love, true story that she was ready to fiction, but with a better end. Cries for different words, nothing to get this a blessing, but one that I am sad ... Its as if all this I have already said, lost in a time known as the wind swirls, twirling, the destruction of New Orleans. The world is a picture of our been completed, cold asphyxiation. I remember the ice you on my back, as weighed through the ice, lived in my heart. It’s almost as if the world revolved around us, but now that we are the exception, he has yarn away from me, and I feel like nothing is reminiscent of the emptiness and maturity. If that is good, why is it bad? Why do you feel almost like a burning sensation, as if I was dying? Rebirth in non-birth. It feels a little like the freeze is without end. It feels almost..... As fast.