Pleurer.

Ca me sera rarement autant arriver que ces jours-ci.
Presque un bonheur de pleurer si facilement.
Motifs : valable, je ne sais plus.
"On" ne me dit pas, ne me dit plus.
"On". "On". Toujours étrange.
"Yes. I thought there might have been something with you and then which
comes across in a beautiful way. Boys are confusing, you know that
better than i. I wish i could offer you better advice. I am here ve
listen if you need to talk."
"a beautiful summer love
sleep well my dear
do not cry"
Je ne sais plus.

Je veux pleurer.