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ну а может все таки вдруг и правда...
а?

Get through my pain.
Do you like this view?
Can you taste me like I'm the sweetest cherry?
I do believe I can breath under the water.
I do believe I could fly home to the sun.
I try to cope.
I used to hide.
I see dirtyness in my dreams.
And all this dirtyness is me.
Like everything disgusting that exist is me.
And people are so naiv not to see it.
They like me.
Shoot me.
Push the trigger looking to my beautiful green shameless eyes.
Kidding.

I'm the present of Maria.
I feel like I'm on time and have no chance to loose.
Just in my dreams I can see, feel what a cat I gonna be, hunting all the mouses.

God.
Let it be.

Hello, my inside sprite.
I'm in windy room
I'm trying to open my eyes
Wherewer your magic fingers will help to get the purpose...
What is the purpose?
Fragile dreams
Broken breath
Sunny loneliness
Red blanket on my cold feet
a beautiful lier
closing the door
hopeless freedom in this case
burning moments
one by one
rough feelings
life? life? life?