The rain kissed her all over to stop the tears like a lover.

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The rain kissed her all over to stop the tears like a lover.

Stop and laugh more.

The most precious thing - knowledge. Never stop learning.

My ruined face - I see myself withered and spotty, eyes wide in sagging flesh. When did I stop being me?

In her dreams time would stop in a place of emptiness of every unfulfilled wish, and every unspoken word.

I took possession of my anger and I cannot stop myself.
