-hour is late and the eyes of the fairy-tale world of sleep and rest do not want to go .... And so I wonder, balancing on the border between dreams and thoughts of real what is love? Apparently love is what attaches us to the second man behind him we will know it .... When it is not for us makes us suffer-may be wszytkim .... Hmm, maybe nothing? I always thought that love built on podstwaie enormous trust that is the foundation of a successful connection .... For love might be to sacrifice everything ... I once wanted to wear even for blood - whatever was close to - heart, body-side ... I wanted to trust-each day to give it as much as possible .... Where this time she was wrong? Maybe I can not listen to the silence-and maybe love ... I used to think that love can be expressed in a word ... I used to think that the words I love you-makes sense-build and maintain-have-not specified niezykła power .. And in fact, in the language of the bone is not ... People say what they want when and to whom they want to ... Even though we do not realize how easy it is to hurt someone with words .... Sometimes it hurts more than cheek directed .... When someone we know udeży it means for what-and from whom ... Wymiorzeone words straight to the heart, whose job it is intentional and deliberate infliction of pain can destroy a life-be a reason for sadness, grief, not a single tear, and sometimes even the parting ... So each of us walks yourself in the world-go ahead - rzedko looking at other .... So close together-and yet so far ..... So-anesthesia care about .... Maybe keidyś changing world - your world ....
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