"Life is change," Stone said to the flower and flew away "
Do you know that if all you have to drop you painstakingly built up with a time together to
seems. If the terrain on which you've held fast to your most difficult days starts to become slippery. If the soil on the other you've always felt so safe dissolves in a flash. What do you do when you get the feeling that the world revolves dassich never again in this wonderful and moored rhythm. Everything seems meaningless. So pale and opaque. As a cold mist on a frosty autumn morning. Seemingly insurmountable. As a high wall in the middle of the road of life. And so it also wants one can not simply stand still. No matter how hard you try to defend themselves against it, that the next morning comes. However much one tries, the memories of the much loved time to maintain. At some point they will
as the chalk on the ground washed by the rain this time. Until the end to see
only fine streaks a once-wonderful symptoms.
seems. If the terrain on which you've held fast to your most difficult days starts to become slippery. If the soil on the other you've always felt so safe dissolves in a flash. What do you do when you get the feeling that the world revolves dassich never again in this wonderful and moored rhythm. Everything seems meaningless. So pale and opaque. As a cold mist on a frosty autumn morning. Seemingly insurmountable. As a high wall in the middle of the road of life. And so it also wants one can not simply stand still. No matter how hard you try to defend themselves against it, that the next morning comes. However much one tries, the memories of the much loved time to maintain. At some point they will
as the chalk on the ground washed by the rain this time. Until the end to see
only fine streaks a once-wonderful symptoms.
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