Sadness

It was raining. Go out of the pond window while watching the rain.

The whole town was full of sadness. A boy in a yellow raincoat and red boots was playing with water in the street. Such times were perfect for crying. I believe you know how to cry. Whoever is, he doesn't cry for the first time;

She cried like a child, took a shower by the window. He was alone because he was online. He cried until the pain in his throat sharpened. Men's network? The real men were crying, but there was no clue. He was chosen to take the poison from him when he was crying. People had poison in it, and somehow they had to throw this poison. Or a person poisons himself. Whoever screams, if he fights anyone, he throws some poison, it's weird. He chose not to cry. Love, loneliness, unemployment, poverty, abandonment, cry can cause. But this time she was crying for all of them. He felt it in chaos. He seemed to be waiting in a vortex to get lost. He wished he never existed. Although he couldn't admit who he was, he knew he was guilty. And that hurts a little.

He could not stand up for his life and escaped. He lived a life of fugitive. Of course there was no feature. It was a matter of choice. The guy always wanted to run away. He had avoided standing, resurrecting, loving and loving. Even if the end of the road isn't the best job to survive. The man had a lifestyle to escape and escape. Life is full of surprises of time and gives people time.