I’m very fond of him, avian … often it makes me cry. maybe I’m whiny, maybe I’m weak but I’m always lurking to cover everything. I used to hide in my house roof top shed tears while thinking about it. sometimes he makes me happy higga not stand me crying, sometimes it makes me sad I can not bear to cry. I cry too easily, but few ever see me cry. the name was too full of avian, avian, avian, and finally tear my house to the river and wait for the time to be the ocean.
Indonesia – Belanda
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