aspirin

Aspirin, a piece of white pills like one pistol bullets, carries in my trouser pockets.I was ready to destroy dare to harass the size of illness.I was not so much reliance on aspirin, if that is not nostalgia: nostalgia her magic, her rustic nostalgia.She is very brave and very gentle, I make a good impression…

Brick wall of memories

Miss the old wall that window with me through a tender teenager now look back Shique can not find your shadow I like that time in bed to enjoy the sun dropped into the room through the window to watch the scenery outside the window across there are fences playing partners are now in their…