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    Please come back... I am so sorry...


    My Life...My Rules...


    I am Caprices Girl,but not your.


    I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.


    Are you crying for someone who don't love you? Realiz this: that there is someone is crying for you too because yoh don't love them.


    The best gift a man can give to his woman is his time, his attention, and his love.


    If you never had friends, you never lived life.


    Depends on your mood. Try to make your day interesting.


    If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, what will tarbervem copper trumpet that sounds, or cymbals that are ringing. If I have the gift of prophecy, can penetrate into the depths and come to a full knowledge of all the boards, and even if they have a strong belief as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing charzhem. What good is it if I give all my possessions to the poor and even give my body to the flames. If you do not have love, I do not use anything.


    Do not wait, it will be easier, simpler is better. not 'always will be ... trouble: Learn with being happy right now, otherwise you will not be able to ....


    The voice is never a 'lift him whose name I first prattle ... Never Become a reason for her tears, who after the birth of your happiness to cry ... Never forget him, who lost his life for you ... never Disown him who his bare hands to clear your path thorns ... never leave the one who gave you life.


    And you better than I did when I was drunk. You, too, when I was drunk


    Be proud as a queen, but as ordinary people.


    My life,in my henads.


    Your best friend,is your mother.


    She wanted to escape from the prison of her real life,and to lose herself in dreams.


    Your love-my medicine


    Every bullet has its billet -


    My mind is free,my soul is cold Her hands are warm like summer sun Trying not to break this fragile world But everything I do is none


    Мы обижаемся, ссоримся и злимся лишь на тех, кого так боимся потерять, кого искренне любим.