This is how my heart fights against the thoughts that go on raging inside me. My hell in front of them without sacrifice. I was silent without being able to swing my feet to step, to take my love ...

I let my love fade in time of swallowing and taste. Until finally disappointed that should come visit ...

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"You know the flowers in the garden He will still be beautiful and beautiful when guarded The flowers are destined not to have wings like beetles that can fly around here Flowers are made to wait for the beetle to approach him Breath and sweetheart Love affection.

But if half the wings of the beetle are damaged ... ??? "

The poem kept echoing in my ears, ruining my life. I can not smile, cry too tight. The air also seemed unable to enter the pulse. I can not see, hear ... taste and even destroy my soul. Me, back again in my stolen soul ...

The closer the distance is more painful. For the sake of his father, his family and his advice, the loud counsel in my ears keeps me from being a haughty flower. Quietly saw the beetle dragged by the wind, twisted haltingly to come to me. For the sake of my father cut out all the longing. Because the father who guards me, spends blood in my veins, makes me depressed when I wilt.

But now I'm really withered. Lumber and tired of being too heavy to endure this affection. Beetles that should be close can no longer suck this sweet. So even this honey poisoned me. I'm too ego, too many principles I do not know are always true. But I know God loves me. All He is the best. Maybe this honey is not for the beetle because it might poison it, though I know the beetle seems to die without this honey ...

That is my sadness at my growl, but God is the Most High who always gives the beauty of His creation that always strives ... with prayer and love.

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