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Hello, the reader of the lines and admirer torture by the feelings of people. This is my personal micromy of songs, a cramped city full of snot, ideas about death. I am not like everyone else, and at the same time stupid. My copies are a full box among tons of labyrinths of rooms dies. Hello honey. I can speak with you only through songs: those verses in the past, at night in the kitchens. The past stages on the pages of blogs, account in "Verses" and diaries. Everything that was "fashionable" cooled down, my cold September is drowning in non -intelligent everyday life. The borders turn off thoughts, my actions are atrocious, better falling in love with a short -term or a prostitute? I kill time while in the ruins of the outskirts. I intro melting with ships that were written off in scrap. The cool shore, five Celsius, I have never seen the sea, you have never seen feelings, what did you want more? You eat spicisi rolls on the knees of the other, and I turning over my memories on a reverse, I am all the time in a coma, a bitch.