P. Today I was thinking
P., in my view, he was a tormented, and that sometimes I was wrong. I never quite grasp it at the time, he was away, and behind a window, I could see but not understand. P.
But I left a lot of good things to remember. Things to take with me a lifetime. P. gave me a lot from him and that I will not ever forget.
And now a good time does not know anything P, and that seems so strange to be so close and so far away, I meet people who can not give anything. And worse, they know not receive anything. And in that sense, I understand perfectly why I fell in love with both P. Because it has a big heart, and opens the door to go play. P jumps into the well, P gets into the mirror. And I was overjoyed to have been his girlfriend and have their hands full of good movies, someone who knew love.
And now I see how my heart is soft and does not know how people receive, as well as of the time, and without expectations, but wanting to feel good. Think my heart will break, but my heart is not broken, but that changes shape.
Because I've been across to people who can not play. Do not leave anything nice to know, which I do not get anything. And that is sad. Do not take anything. The poverty of spirit. Knowing that is the same as someone has been one that never has been. And that leaves me feeling hollow, empty house, "not worth anything" and do not feel like that. Because now I have only pity but worthless. The devaluation of the sentence.
" of Play game " says Freddie Mercury , and rightly so.
In this regard, P. was an excellent player. My immense respect to P.
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