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« I am a poor I am afraid whoThat time, I am very inspired »

Heart of the rainbow?

Post n°8 pubblicato il 26 Aprile 2013 da luoyerose


Nature showers stop, mulberry bags  send to a rainbow of angel, dress up this beautiful sky. ?
To my house after the storm, only scattered fragments of the plates and two head against beasts. War again and again, a day to upgrade, once gentle mother hysteria, elegance of the past father stringy. Shrouded in smoke terror throughout the home, "go to court", "don't want to!" DaMaSheng a lot, I can only hide in his cabin in panic, bite a piping sobbed. ?
The floor of my room is colorful, when when decorating, dad but spend a lot of thought. Sunshine through the window all the down, could reflect red, green, yellow, and blue so much color, just like the rainbow come into my home. Since I was young, I like the color of the sun, the smell of sunshine. Home also on the cabinet on the drawing when I was a kid "mom and dad is the sun I am flower" of a beautiful crayons. ?
"Don't bullshit!" "Unreasonable!" "mulberry handbags "With broken Windows, outside making again. I know my life without sunshine, and the sun does not belong to me, the rainbow more does not belong to me.
The storm of the outside seems to be stopped. Eerily quiet, a bit of a dead silence. Can hear the clock on the wall the second hand moving voice. ?
Suddenly, someone knocked on my door, it is the parents, must be the father of her daughter not to eat, must be mother to ask my transcript. I get out of bed, quickly ran to the door... ?
No, don't hurry to open the door, I'm going to wash the tears go, they must be made up. Life can not always?mulberry bags sale  don't blame them. I want to put on the pink dress, they must have felt a little sorry for me, want to with me go to the supermarket, or see a movie, then go to I like Kentucky Fried chicken... A stream of warm current surges, I opened the door easily. ?
Mom and dad the black face standing in front of me, I smile in the convergence, until stiff stood there with his mouth open. They were almost in chorus I ask: "do you want to go with who?!" ?
I think legs in soft, head, suddenly collapsed on the floor of the discus. I know that the sun does not belong to me, the rainbow don't come to my home!

 

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