painI do not know.... To cry or laugh...... I am happy.. But during same time it is frightened... The Fairy tale here and I am afraid.... I Am afraid of that I can not release it. I am afraid of a pain and weariness. Weariness from itself.... I am afraid I can not release it. And the wound washing cannot begin to live..... © Copyright: Кристина Лайне, 2006.
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