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Be the weight of life, there is no person who can understand the life of me that looks very bleak, there is no person who can understand. All the lies, which are difficult to live alone, lonely and quiet ...

Dikala and many friends are happy. There is not only a traitor of all, which is always said with words - words lie and lie to them ...

Destroyed ... All taste, is just sick and disappointed that always decorate the severity of life, trying to fight tuk pain of the scoundrel - scalawag underhanded, and a clever trick in bersilat said.

There is no sense of honesty and trust in daily life, no matter who is even a sense-not just amplify everything ...

Not even the terlintas will be real and not all that will happen later terpikirkan. I am unhappy ..............!!!

What happened to me, What is life for me ....?

There is only Kebahagian the sheer poppycock, sejatipun friend has left, even friends do that?

There is not the same as we can .. Why?

Why There Differences?

Why can not I?

no one can match us, but the difference was created to complement each other with each other ...

But in its real We can not fight it all, his life is unhappy, we can only menjalaninya and try to create our own kebahagian. No need to search our kebahagian that,

With it may be able to live better ..

Only bepapasan, are, bersosialisai can be done well if we do not prize the problem .. Interact with the original cast we face, our face, change the nature and background change according time, and place is like a flow of life in a theatrical