; ; my heart scales sometimes swing a fair
sometimes my eyes have seen a mirror sometimes
self-confidence sometimes see a loss in this world But why not get out of the most wanted
know what the treasure until
in the end what is surely the first love and not love
how far apart
hate being misunderstood has chosen to tell fear of being misunderstood
has chosen to make the eyes can not tell
helpless hanging
always choose between black and white < br>
the more the more they love to hate conflict
carrier may not explain their
(are you the one?)
you like this People do ~ ~ ~
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