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In childhood, I decided some fuck

That everything will be fine and that it makes sense at life.

That everyone is worthy of happiness and each can be friends with each

Every one can love and rely on everyone.

But instead of friends, I have a track "Suburbia Jesus", telephone and "contact".

For my children's solutions, real life laid a bolt.

This is trite, but I repeat that everything should have been wrong.

Sometimes the pain turning out

But more when the emptiness is in me.

I went socially to

And although not quite an asshole,

But I will die by the seller or janitor, in the remaining spent. Bro

I'm here huyevo, I here huyevo. I want to fly.

I want to become a fucking seagull, stupidly seagull, knowing better than people

The meaning of the words - the "ocean", "freedom" and "height".

But I will never have another.

And I now think too,

that my essence is in an empty chat,

If words, like people on ninety-water.

I up to the thresholds of the city,

I know myself in poems as I can

And I transmit the leads on the wires.

My dad broke again

And what to write about it like this, I would be better

Like others, fucking, abstract rappers began pizdostrade.

As in wonderful school, full of illusions, years.

When you give flowers with the words and the appropriate Dauna smile.

But I do not have a lady that I would like to devote these telegrams.

Only the feeling that the matrix

And every lagging program.

Sometimes the world will also blind and among faceless crowd

I see you. But I can not understand -

Are you the same or the same?

One fact is not mine.

I got drunk, and so far,

But in the ninth obviously drank more.

Then he switched to college,

did not start meeting her.

And I thought only about the sky when I left Academ, from which I would not come back.

Infantile asshole producing good sadness.

I have disasy. Who am I in their world, if not zero.

And what do I deserve in their evaluation system?

Whether they were not included in the desired network, or I'm already disabled. City, where that you would not suggest, you are asked about the price.

And I am building your world with understanding that it is destroyed tomorrow.

Every time I was happy, I slept,

And without pity was awakened.

If the stars light up, then someday they will hang them

Sometimes it seems to me that I fell from one of them to your planet,

But it turned out to be not needed.

My inner world is disputored, Ignit, every new day Zassan.

We do not reach each other's understanding, not what about the registry office.

I hardly have children

and something except existential torment,

Question "Why", and broken as in the book "Chernovik"

In Karmese keys.

Instinctive feet in relation to police or Caucasians.

I will die in St. Petersburg, and that moment I will seem

that I still managed not to go right away,

But this is fucked endorphine.

And I will not go to bis.

Applause. Curtain.

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My friend who is not, promised to call at eight about eight.

We will go to the premiere of a carbon monoxide, after drinking.

And then I just wake up for a dirty table and without faith,

With a cigarette's teeth, I will leave me again.

From messages in social networks, they say, I am good.

From the girls of the class of nine, that they do not even know me at all,

breaks away from dirty dishes, in the entrance from the smell of Bosket,

I'm too tired, and I dream that I was seven again.

I dream to be afraid to return to the library torn books,

Play Father's orders. I dream to laugh, looking at your yard.

Hug mom before leaving, see in toys surplus

And cry at night, fearing that we are all sort of die.

Do not recognize the face of a brute truth, passing by her every day.

Control yourself, not to be crowded to crunch.

I want to be real, and only say what I wanted.

Someone love and lie to everyone that there is no feeling.

I do not remember who was a couple of years ago. I do not understand why, but some kind of dead.

An erased personality is watching emptiness in the eyes, and do not hurt that soul, breaking through a screwdriver.

I do not remember who was a couple of years ago. I do not understand why, but some kind of dead.

An erased personality is watching emptiness in the eyes, and do not hurt that soul, breaking through a screwdriver.