And you're on the wrong path with the wrong ones…

And you're on the wrong path with the wrong ones. Believe me. Every moment of life is perfect, we become weak. When it gets harder.

As I read about love, I can easily discern in general and life. Stumble and fake. So the question arises here. Love. And falling in love? Where is the boundary between love and be crazy for someone? Wait, that's probably the same thing ... it would be. I liked it when I was not crazy. And I was crazy when I did not like it. It's quite simple. If you experience it.

I have to think well. When they ask where love is stopped, and love begins. Does love fall in love at all? Sometimes. If it does not, why does it stop?

Does it matter why anything is happening? Especially good. Whenever I think I give up, I remember. How much I hoped for somebody. How long I waited for one day to be perfect. You're looking for a day out of life, and you get years. I do not know whether I'm in love and I do not wonder where that's gone. I imagine it is gone and I get frustrated. As the first stomach hovering when I thought I'd lose it. There must not be none.

Then I met you. Then I met you. Then I met you. I would repeat countless times before I wrote it at all. He laughed. Like a fool. Because this life really has someone to offer. That all waiting is no longer futile. As all I knew before, I forget. Because, when I think of the beginning of beauty, it will be the first step towards it. And I really do not remember how everyone else looked. The only thing that matters is that we have been extended together.

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