I often see the significance of space

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because you do not like me so you do not understand

I often see the significance of space
you just want to know the latest

you because you do not like me

so you do not understand why I often give you a text message
not think of you at the moment but I've been thinking about you

just at the moment think you want the most powerful

because you do not like me so you do not understand

why I know you so much information all

because you eat breakfast even if it is what is there for me

meaning because you do not like me so you do not understand

with whom you did for me what is a kind of
tangled mess I guess
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What is the relationship even if we do not

because you do not like me so you do not understand your sentence
do not care why I care so much about

I care about is not this sentence
I care about the person you

because you do not like me so you do not know if I played in that sentence
that you're busy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! I do not disturb the heart of the tangled

time because they do not like me
so you do not know my phone which keep your information
are not happy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I watched, unconsciously giggle
because the feeling you by my side Why

self-comforting because you do not like me so you do not know

you are always on my hot and cold
I do not consciously controlled by you
generally sweet,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], half sad

because you do not like me so you do not understand why I often
gas
at you like a person
also gives him the power to hurt me

because you do not like me so you do not know

I lost your information in the days I am so frustrated
I

afraid to lose you this because you do not like me when
so you do not think I'm lonely and I was in
thinking of you all the time because

You do not like me so you do not know

you how important in my eyes and I know

in your eyes I was very small because you do not

like me so you do not know

my QQ picture of a person just for you shiny
just for you people br> Perhaps someone else for the picture is so bright I think it is worth it

because you do not like me so you do not focus on my space, what happens in schools but
Just look at the chance to open all
all a relationship with you all
I feel for you to see

both excited and nervous because you do not like me so
You do not understand
my QQ signature,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the school state only one person to change for you,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my heart will always
just write you a person to see

because you do not like me so you do not

like you insist that a person in the time
I also insist on adherence to
I have been waiting for you here because you do not

so you do not like me I'm waiting for you to know
concern
but when I closed the heart

because you do not like me so you do not understand

your every move for me
baton
command of all my heart and life does not concern me

you do not care about me
do not even know I've been quiet dedication because you never
know ... ...

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.