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I 'm lying , that he had forgotten nothing and do not feel
but you know that inside I also cry .
Really, I do not need their understanding and sympathy ,
I just need to sleep and tomorrow go to the doctor ...
This is garbage and you know that nothing would have happened ,
even if I had not tupil and did not feel odd .
I listen to you breathing , but it is important
how and with whom you sleep , fuck who you give ...
Without you, I cringe with anger and emptiness.
World of feasts and thoughtlessly overturned stack.
I'm a poet , but who are you ? Peace in the tangled wires
got mixed up to make me helpless and downtrodden .

Stop. I press the keys , looking for you there
where we are never together, and did not fly .
Only memory fragments was cutting his hands to us.
Drug addicts under the AIDS check out my & quot; dabltaym & quot; ...
& quot; Dabltaym & quot; - In quotation marks , I do not know how to read .
& quot; We & quot; - Quoted the more so because we did not have .
These punches - garbage . Loc-Dog and Massive Attack.
If feelings wave, poetry dancing on the ridge.
Say to yourself - only to himself.
You give me pain. Not any more. I paint you with words.
Tell you like this - when thoughts hurt
and what does this have to do with self-promotion ?

Cardiac muscle writhing in convulsions. Dick with it.
My pulse - a combination of arrhythmias and sadness.
You do not dream of you , because of you I can not sleep at nights.
Tell me about the seagulls and how to fall in love for an hour.
And tell your friends about me - let everyone now porzhet .
I'll be a target. Your eyes still headshot me .
I drink a shot for shotom to forget who you are
and who you were for me - lousy experience.
The soul is broken beyond repair already .
How much is there because you fell down from the floors ?
I could become the next , and in a sense, I became -
someone died in me then fuck - we assign a victim .
The heart can not hear anything , not obeying orders.
It does not see no dick for light gentle eyes .
This diagnosis , of course - and confirmed inconclusive.
I illegally represented non-breaking us.

You remain responsible for those tame .
I learned to keep quiet and do not ogorchatsya .
What I feel - not together in word & quot; bored & quot ;.
What I want to - not instead of the word & quot; meet & quot ;.
I crashed on the side and did not collect .
Selection: bullshit or lie, I gather myself again.
I write poems at night to tear them in the morning.
But perhaps , as well ...