A female reporter died ...
Seeing such a message online, the sky is red, the fragrance, the jade pendant, and quickly open this blog. The blog title, the emperor is not going to bed, the last update date, December 31, 2004, the last diary, "Play in the next century."
I don't understand why these are shouting, I haven't updated Blog for so long.
In the doubts, I started reading.
The page is red ash, the mood is heavy in the text, the author has distributed her sadness in the entire blog.
Read, the next stop, the authors feel that youth is short, some people introduce her to a man who is divorced, "I am married !!! I have fallen to this point?" "I really don't understand why Called "Next Station Heaven".
... Hell is where hell is there, maybe it is in the hearts. All of this is like unknowing. If you don't need the nourishment of the outside world, we don't need to grow. I love my heart, I love my color, so that I have a binding. Long live mountains, not long live, this is true, here is the silence of life. "I only blame I didn't leave you at the time. I didn't know why. There will be something inexplicable every day. Electro-light purple If this news is written, it is a very ordinary gossip. Who Think of the peak circuit
The most touch is these two sentences: "People also have words, Sun and month are inquiry; Andrews, saying each other." On Friday, wake up, blood is full, the cool breeze is a letter, autumn is boundless, but there is no, Have some qualifications are different. ......
Melancholy and sadness, helplessness and struggle, have become a heart magic, penetrate into my brain, I can't read it again, I opened my comments.
It turns out that she is an editor. It turned out that in his eyes, it was very sunshite all day. It turns out that inner and appearances are so contradictory. It turned out that the next century played again, not kidding. It turns out that she is really dead.
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