Tak łatwo mówić kocham...
Dla wszystkich ludzi co czują to samo co ja...
So easily to speak I love, and so with difficulty this is to hear, if my heart covered Your soul. The solitude aches so, does not give to me the calm.. and every day I look on door hopefully that once will stand in them somebody, who going outdoors will wait on me. And that somewhere far, and perhaps near, I will meet by fortune, or quite purposely, somebody who so as I seeks nadzieji. Because I know that not it is proper to live in the solitude... It is as if not the disease but the temporary state which aches sometimes more than most heavier diseases...
chyba zawsze bede to czuła..
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