Where I can find the happiness?
I think only the children can feel it.
The love doesn’t exist, it is only an illusion, it is something that we have since kids in mind, we saw our parents and we thought that it was love, but it wasn't.
Sometimes I think that I am gloomy, and also I think that someday I'll find my perfect boy, but sure I'll be in love? Sure?
Forgive my spelling.
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 08.06.2014.