when you live your a happy life,
with whom you loved...
and you believe, that your relation, , ,
is not like any relations in the world...
because its....
a perfect relation..
a clear...
an honest...
a special...
and a true...
and before you finish your description..
you found your self alone...
without the person, whom you loved..
and without warning you before...
and without any reason...
then you will feel that you are dieing...
by: hazem02@yahoo.com
By hazem02
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