Dear friend of mine

   After two days my own goodbye and I was temporarily forgotten Yumer Austria White Angel to find the bit of calm sea would calm the soul. Dear business friends call me and worries me a lot. The time I find myself going into a vast wave brought the pat on the moss past life. Then I gradually find the answers to all the conversation was over.
I've been loving two people and two people that I have seen you, I respect and I help them a lot of possibilities that I can. But because of a misunderstanding and deliberate separation of the other, a girl with two personalities in one person. I am not responsible for and has not a word to her that I was disappointed about how her life. But I think the police department and make peace with what they are. The fight with the pen makes things get heavy and tired. I'm going to go and the wind as it was a stumble for you look back and know and understand people.
I myself, since becoming a member of Yume, my mind and contribute to this force. I write with emotion circuit of a writer. I want to bring the office or farm life. I want the text remains in my heart who really love literature.
I'm not the angel in real life by living outside many collisions and rice rice shirt angel money can not exist. But deep down I want to do things better and I want to make a white shirt angel here for lack of luck in human life.
When I say goodbye to Yume, I received 81 comment to my article and comment is the word love nostalgia, the anger when I left. I received many calls and many messages to your phone. Including tears of the baby bear angel of mercy, of lavender and her late Sunset ...
People love me love and concern and love me because everyone who knows. I look back on those years I have devoted over 200 posts I write, all of which are actually the words of the writer. I do not use their capital literature to rebuke him, abused life. The more you do not want to charge than fate itself. They loved me even though I do not know who lives in real life, the basics I was a journalist, a poet and I am a lover of literature.
I was too good to then caught up in a children's game without thinking. I call them kids without thinking because although they are only a few years old but my poor mind their short-sighted. Why are they not fun and happy when they find each other in life that just want to take things over.
I filter my friends again as Ba Phuc, Ms. Lam Giang, she Mooncry, Sunset late sister, uncle Domain Talk ... and there are many, which are those with social status and well-educated people should love my office and not love me in real life. Because they've never met me. But if you have encountered, I believe they still love me because I have never done anything bad to anyone.
I do not fight for what is it, even if they steal in my hand, I have learned to their employer to see people, took a step back to see the heavenly river. But sometimes quiet tree that the wind did not want to stop, these people bring my personal life should be written to attack. They understand that they are bringing her into a puppet for those who are more profound tricks behind them pulling the strings. Why did they not look at what I've done and what I have devoted to the children, the sick human disease.
But I do not blame life by life or on the network, then the brain is thinking and know-purpose use.
I look back and I love my friends, aunt, uncle, sister still waiting for my work. On this virtual network I have known it was false name only, in real life for myself also contribute to more life like.
This environment is not clean because there are many people who care not a cleaner and more based on the dirty mind and just listen with one ear while I have two ears. But I will filter and pristine cottage to return to the top of my post.
Who love, who you then I invite people to visit my home. I am invited to tea, inviting friendship poems and texts, to direct talks. And who does not like, I invited them on their home.
I came back here and get rid of black on the road I go to purge the passions by pen. I will smile back to writing stories and ignore non-market. Who loved me, someone like me - people that understand me and always me who I am.