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Every new day comes with a new hope.your lines are touching everyone's heart deeply as per the Old comments. Don't know the reason but still would like to say one thing.Day always comes just after the Dark night.Santa is coming with your lost smile to give it back to you.

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Your life full of stars ,My Dear Friend.:)

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Hi Eleniya, sooy may last comment did not show, to bad it wsa one of niceset gifs I ever found.  Have a nice week and thx for aoo comments :)

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dear Eleniya

thanks for your concerns about me . I am ok...when sometimes writing a sad comment, i would try to integrate my emotion into the words ..... so nothing serious.....I am fine.....how about you.....is it smooth to find a job ? ...be patient....it is a little difficult to find an ideal job in this econimic slump. it is the same in Taiwan....I hope to hear your good news soon...see you around...mounty from taiwan ..

i seek help....who can help me ...who can rescue me from the hell...who can share the pain with me .....who.....who.....who....

only the passersby grinning and teasing attitudes shows their unrelentless expression......the apathy and the selfishness was abound....the tale was a killer and muderer ...a criminal....a sin....

I would rather be a tale.....than to see the tale....I would sooner walk to the mouth of a cannon, knowing it was going to blow me to bit, than to endure the tale ......

God help me ....................

the tale was never told before.....necer touched by anyone....also never written by hands......

the tale still drags me into the deep abyss.....into a hole that never sees lights, that the Sun was scared away...that the warm breese never blows in...that no creature never esists....

the torture ....the torment.....the affliction.....never fades away....I tried to escape from irs shackle.....its handcuff....its loop.....and only failure awaits you ... more and more severe pains were loaded....pressed me to sereem...to hawl....

Every time I cried out.....my tears poured down and trickled down.....alteady dampened collosr and sleeves.....

wiped out tears and stand up......against the tale.....the damn tale......I should resolve to dump it into the rubbish can....I should erase it out of my memery....I should throw it into oven to burn it to ashes......

finally, it was a tale ....a memery....a image engraved in the brain.....never a chance to get rid of it.......

wait until the next time it falls upon me again..........I was kinapped forever.....sad am I !!..............