one days more miserable, lonely for a boy of modern life.
"The night cry alone, it will never find, with the sun."
Every morning, the boy throws, takes his bath, does his morning exercises and vai to the bakery, bread bought for his mother, prepares the coffee for them, if vai exchange, it is almost time to go to school. His mother, when to confront the issue. Congratulations, you are late for school again.
He comes to school and vai for his class, his teacher sees the fight with his students, as on all days. Politely ask before they leave. No answer. Without education. Talk sit up without passing on to others. It prefers well. It takes a while to see where their "friends". Balance of the head to say "hi".
It is sad. Normal. Probably no one knows it might not be the reason.
He is writing nonsense talked in his diary. Prior to painting, but over time realized it did not take anything. Do not take anything for free!
"You saw the people afraid of?"
Pensamentos vao e vem em sua cabeça, continua triste e provavelmente ele só após ativo Ficara mais alguem vir falar com. Chegou - "Vamos comer "
" You could hear the bombs fall? "
He improved, do not know if it's eating, physical activity, the "conversation" was, but now he's touched, talk a little ...
"Have you ever thought that we had to seek refuge ..."
ask you what happened, why so sudden happiness. He will not tell! In his cell reaches a message.
"I miss! Kisses."
It is all that is written, needs not more than that, their number has now been terminated, but in fact necessary not for him.
"If the promises of a brave new world created under a clear blue sky? "
He smiles, a casual tone. Without direction. Dadáic. But for the two that sound had more sense than any other word." Nha ". He feels, than to hear if, from far away, it meets its demand an emotional response in the muscle, he knows, maybe both, "It is" yes "to the pillow?" -... He wonders
"The flames have some time ago ... But the pain continued. "
ended his moment of fantasy, his smile is still there. Today, he said, his message a little differently, as you are accustomed." We love you! " - He answered.
"Goodbye, blue sky."
In another message to his days, now happy, happy. It feels good to feel its smell, its taste. Then feel that everything is an illusion. It is unsafe to you. But you know that she loves.
His life goes on. Thought! Normal!
"Goodbye."
"The night cry alone, it will never find, with the sun."
Every morning, the boy throws, takes his bath, does his morning exercises and vai to the bakery, bread bought for his mother, prepares the coffee for them, if vai exchange, it is almost time to go to school. His mother, when to confront the issue. Congratulations, you are late for school again.
He comes to school and vai for his class, his teacher sees the fight with his students, as on all days. Politely ask before they leave. No answer. Without education. Talk sit up without passing on to others. It prefers well. It takes a while to see where their "friends". Balance of the head to say "hi".
It is sad. Normal. Probably no one knows it might not be the reason.
He is writing nonsense talked in his diary. Prior to painting, but over time realized it did not take anything. Do not take anything for free!
"You saw the people afraid of?"
Pensamentos vao e vem em sua cabeça, continua triste e provavelmente ele só após ativo Ficara mais alguem vir falar com. Chegou - "Vamos comer "
" You could hear the bombs fall? "
He improved, do not know if it's eating, physical activity, the "conversation" was, but now he's touched, talk a little ...
"Have you ever thought that we had to seek refuge ..."
ask you what happened, why so sudden happiness. He will not tell! In his cell reaches a message.
"I miss! Kisses."
It is all that is written, needs not more than that, their number has now been terminated, but in fact necessary not for him.
"If the promises of a brave new world created under a clear blue sky? "
He smiles, a casual tone. Without direction. Dadáic. But for the two that sound had more sense than any other word." Nha ". He feels, than to hear if, from far away, it meets its demand an emotional response in the muscle, he knows, maybe both, "It is" yes "to the pillow?" -... He wonders
"The flames have some time ago ... But the pain continued. "
ended his moment of fantasy, his smile is still there. Today, he said, his message a little differently, as you are accustomed." We love you! " - He answered.
"Goodbye, blue sky."
In another message to his days, now happy, happy. It feels good to feel its smell, its taste. Then feel that everything is an illusion. It is unsafe to you. But you know that she loves.
His life goes on. Thought! Normal!
"Goodbye."
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