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Time over and over again scouring the memory force memory gradually blurred. - - - - - -. Or school, buried in the sea. Or in the feeling when hang headset to write down some of the recent things, some feelings. Or in the class to go out of the classroom for a breath of fresh air and brothers said to laughter. Or a free stay on the floor to leave. Or so, or the like, seem to take me back to the junior high school, back to the. Everything seems to be still formerly, making me feel time did not go, time still, nothing has changed. However, some people are never seen, a daily habit of greeting, a daily habit of joke, a daily habit of slapstick, never disappear, suddenly felt a strange. At that time, I always say the most, said always chatter without stop. But, now change doesn't like speak, even become a stranger. When the QQ, there are always a few greetings, so some care. But now, less and less, but outside until the group could not find any news. Memory, always make the time to disturb, let I couldn't distinguish once or now. Year to spend similar, but each year is different. Back between different makes me feel in the time before his own insignificance. Can't remember when it was less contact, the last such broken links. Everything is changing, so fast, so fast adaptation. Once had innumerable topic, with the countless words.www.hmmei.com However, now only the topic into a dispute can hardly be avoided, strange. Often think why the time is always in such a hurry, never stop to rest. Now gradually understand, originally only then, some people because of the time and happy, happiness, and some people are sad, sad. In my feeling of the autumnal equinox, brushing, unseeing eyes gazing into the distance. Finally, the direction or into the pale words, words of. I live in a changing and not changing, and live in the memory. Restart. |
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