Black cat does not sleep
Inscription: Morning wood, ink ink has been singing in my heart, you may never know. I stand in the green into a blurred high grass, holding a young black cat like looking at the day. I am very soft to white, white can be free with clouds without a boundary. The green high grass moved to be kept in a stintrown. I'm behind the half wall of the wild rose. I have a fresh laugh with flowers. This is a photo taken for me. In fact, I am not very beautiful. But I think I am beautiful. The morning wood also thinks that I am beautiful. I want to be enough. In the afternoon of heavy rain, I returned to this city and returned to the old home of the suburbs. I have supported the orange umbrella, in the days without sunshine, use it with its warm orange. Then I saw this photo of my own photo on the electric pole from home. Rain is spread on my face, smiling seems to have fallen. A look for me to revelation. It is morning wood to find me. This is a girl with me. See you please inform me. The morning wood is simply mentioned above. important. I think about this word. I admit that I was touched by this photo to find me. I want to lose the umbrella and cry over the wire. The nightmalling a faint soap flavor seems to be close. He may call me. Little princess, he said to continue in love. I can not. Because there is a cat in my heart, I don't sleep, I will sing. It is black. Black is distressed and desperate. It is my ink. It is not a nine-life cat, it only has a life, and it is dead. It is a hurt that I can't heal between the morning. I didn't finish reading the game, turned, escaped. The walls of the home keeps I have a blue sky that has been brush, and the cold air is everywhere. I live in a home in a man. My father walked around and the sound was lit. He never crushed the bus, and he won't buy dishes in the market. When he was angry, he would pull out my mother's long hair. But my mother is still full of long hair. She is wearing a dress or a cotton shirt, making a complex meal, a one-time flower, is raised by her father, laugh and cry very light. I learned to speak with respect for my father's speech in a very small time, and I escaped in the previous one before he broke out. I raised a cat called ink, stubborn. She is a night, the eyes are very bright, always horrible, rarely sleep. I think this color makes me quiet and indulge. I ran with her in the high grass in the summer, and I was on the killers in the kids. She is my soul in my body. My father warned me when I first took her home, and the black cat was ominous. If this cat added trouble, he won't let me. I live with ink and in the low, low roof, and I have a stunning battle. I think this may be the reason why ink ink is extremely sleep. The three-wheeher prince smile in the next door, with me on the same high school, he likes photography and weapons magazine, like wearing a brand in the T-shirt sitting in the neighborhood, like the sky, wheat field and the sea. But later he said that his favorite or me. The morning, the little princess, let us fall in love when it is still a child, step by step to the old. Never called me with a small princess, I am at home, in the school, more like a Cinderella without capital is Wang Hao. I took the ink, asked, will you love my cat? You will not yell, I will never hurt me forever, will you pull me with my hair, you will always let me wear apron? Keep the home, can you give me a hot home and agree to brush the wall into blue? He said that the little princess, I will let you live in the blue palace, wear a lot of long skirt, feed the ink into the piglet. I like it. I think the morning wood will always wrap me in happiness, I can live like my mother who is moving with her men in the home, live so faint. I stubborn ink ink. I stubbornly love the morning wood. One day, when I cook, I leaned on the door, said to my mother, I like morning wood, my mother smiled. You have to learn to cook first.
She said with oil to say that this will be your career. Fathers have lost their business. The grandmother dyed a unknown illness. I was in her funeral to this old woman who made a lifetime of a lifetime for her husband and her son. I also cry for my life and ink. My father is like a bomb that spits the parony, and I may announce our end. Ink ink to the estrus, I slept less, and I also opened my eyes at night, and called Tianming. I often take her walk for a walk. I am in my heart, ink, ink, I found my own lover, your name will take my father early. Finally, in a dead night, ink, ink, the sound of the blade, cracked my complete skin. The father sits up from the bed. He rushed to the living room, then the cry of the edge of the ink sound. I fly over, my mother's man - I only have such a fierce madman before the eyes - I started the door, and I attempt to kick the ink ink ink. Ink ink is in the door, it is refused to walk with the paws. Her belly was kicked, her skull was kicked, her backbone was kicked, her tail moved, like a numb rope. She can't blink in a series of kicks, she can't breathe, she insisted that she did not let go of the paw, and did not escape. The only bleeding she can do. Silly ink, let go of the door to escape, such a home is not worth your nostalgia, stubborn will only send your life. I immediately went to the ground to hug this terrible man's feet, and the feet took a died of cats with an amazing frequency. After the foot, kicked me, and the rain is kicked to me. I hit the wall of the corner, the head of the head is desperate. Dear ink, I or I will die. I am getting more and more dark in front of my eyes, I saw that my mother stopped his father slightly, she took her hesitation and embarrassment. I call the morning wood: morning wood, you are superman, you come to save ink. I am fainting in despair. I have black ink in my dream with night without a line. The morning wood supports my face, the little princess, ink ink will not die. You wake up. I am very bright when I wake up. The mother is guarding on the bed, and the sorrow is still very light. I looked at her and didn't dare to ask the question about life and death. She said that ink is not dead, the morning wood is watching her. Ink still did not sleep. She is lying on a white towel is a deep shallow blood. She curled with her body, like the cave. Her mouth is not over, the four sharp long teeth unique to the cat are all broken, only the bloody teeth are left. She is dumb. She won't call and she will not sing. She is hard to stand, the front leg is broken, the small paw is trembling dramatically. She lick my fingers with the blood tongue, and she took off her hair on the banner of surrender. I tears, Xiaoyu, you should escape, you are still so small, I haven't been hurt in this yet. I turned into the arms of the morning, love me, take away the ink. Five ink was settled in the morning house. She can rehabilitate slowly from a blind. We gave her a quiet white male cat to make a spouse. The incomplete ink is quickly pregnant. I can't escape this incompetent mother and a trapped home. I no longer speak with my father, very little speech with my mother. Every day, my biggest happiness is after school, I went to the morning to see ink ink. The color of the morning is very dark, very like my father. His father has a car accident, and the rib is cramped. When he first came back from the hospital, he said that his face said to me, the adults are right, black cats will only bring bad luck and disasters, your family, my family, and even she can't escape. I said that Chen Yong even said, she is just a simple cat, she doesn't have magic, she can't protect myself. You promised me to take care of her, if you still love me. In winter, the stomach of ink ink is very big. The father of the morning is still not good. The morning is starting to rush, and he forgets the vow. Ink and ink have also become his burden. I started like my mother as my father. Help him to give my father to the hospital, help him comfort the mother. I didn't ring him, and I swept the glass fragments of him.
In a night, I have dreamed of ink, and she sang. Ink and ink also said to me, I know, I am very tired, I want to sleep. The next morning didn't have the sun, I sweeped the snow in the yard. The morning is going to me, telling me in the face, he rushed the ink ink last night. I stopped, still. I said, morning wood, are you joking, have such a big snow last night, ink ink with pregnant, she has no teeth, walking is unstable, even the saver can not make up - I know this is not a joke I said that I cried. I thought I would like to ask if she hasn't left at the door, and I have hugged her in the room this morning? No, morning wood said, I held her a far bush last night, and I dropped her there. My mother said that she threw her, my father's illness would be good. The same morning, saying that I want to give me the princess, saying forever, I want to feed the ink into the piglet. He saved me, he also saved my ink. At this moment, he, faithful expression, distorted face. I can't confirm my morning wood. I beg in the morning, this chest has no love, take me to the bush, or ink, I will freeze, or starve to death. I just want her to die. The morning is said. Six I have been looking far, I have been looking for a long time. Ink is like the snow, it is gone. My prince also carries out of my winter away from me. I will always be a lonely can't change the Cinderella. In the early spring, the kindergarten was started. A little girl who has seen me and ink ran to find me. she cried. She said that there is no one in the kindergarten, and they found a cat corpse in the backyard. She said it seems to be ink. I saw my ink. She opened her body to lay on the damp soil after the snow. Surrounded by a small footprint of a small peach. Her body narrow stomach is - she should have children. She surrounded the colored ants in crawling, eating her. Her body has already been hollowed out. The eyes are empty, and the ants will climb out from her eye nest. When she died, she should still be with her eyes. That little girl cried behind me, she asked me, is a small black cat in rot? I am squatting, and I will take her like the ink ink, I said, my rot is, it is not terrible, we are alive, and it is also rotted. A person's life is actually a rotten. Ink ink did not find the way home, she found us to see the swings of the sunset. Good ink. Ink ink has never slept, it has been ink. Now she finally slept. Ink, the feeling of shuttle in the dream must be good. I again said that ants with ink and ink are eating ink. But my favorite morning wood is also embarrassed my heart. The boy I love promises to take care of my love cat. He took care of her and slept. My cat is not a nine-life cat, she only has a life, now she is dead. Seven my father soon has a new job, with a lot of money. He is proud to say because ink is dead. I still used his money and went to a homestay of a distant city. That city never disappears my sad snow. Father also moved his warm wife to the beautiful beach. When I left, I brushed the room into a sky blue, my life, morning wood couldn't give me a solar home. I didn't say goodbye to him. Because it is no longer to meet. Today, I returned to here. The morning wood has taken away, and it looks like a ruin. I can even believe in the green high grass in the grave. I put myself in the house, I missed the ink, and I miss the morning wood. After three days of rain, I can't forget the game - the prince didn't forget his Cinderella, and he used a photo to replace crystal shoes for her. I can't help but see the cute photos and the words left by the morning. The whole package is over half. But I still see a crucial word: small princess, I found the children of ink, I have been raising them.
