In a word I shall not be limited.... On Kiev it is good... With you it is better... About me words, but I not a wind... I too warm... I too bright... But sometimes I flow the river... From that is bad... And it most of all kills me... And when you beside, I know that such happiness... It is a pity that we with you so seldom we happen together...
Forgive and always be a number... You for me mean much... " Unlike the some people which build of itself gods... A shit you instead of gods. " Very much I grieve and I long on you... Now only Saturday....
To me so now... Such sensation as if inside with a knife have cut...
сладких снов....
так мило)))я тож по те скучаю....надо как то на киевской погулять а то я так давно там не было и оч хочу на эт стеклянный мост)))можешь ко мне на буднях приехать..