She Speaks of Death

She sayth: I love seems this fellow, but he to ignore me sometimes. Sometimes I consider the life, existence. But I have anxiety that this becomes superfluous and stupid. If you felt generally depressed or just sad, you observed probably suicide under many other things. Nevertheless I reject to think of these things, seem just uses it and to wish seem die too many people.

Death carry one certainly glory that all similar people will seek. One certainly sadness it makes seems always a lighter outlook. A wish for death and a consideration of the life both at all minds will register and will go past, run that peacefully or chaotic this earth.

She sayth: All completion that you win of the death is short-lived. Because death is not somewhat, you can explain your friends. Is so, although, the idea of the death light, we not misuse, or to show, ungratitude to although the life is given to us, require we hopeless death? Or even any type feeling that can comfort us over death. What is with the Obsession of the death if one is living?

The words that you speak, are so true, break it my heart, to hear. That should over somewhat so short and true profit loose possess.

Perhaps they were surprised this: life is so short, and time will not remember me. Is there a difference that I die today or tomorrow?

Lasted although, the folly of the Wollens is, to register death if you have life. There is therefore much here to be seen, had was happy, and over. Perhaps they only must be shown.

She sayth: You grasp have sister, you a point right there from.

Because there are no words, everything, that I can make, smile is.