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Why ?

I do not understand why everyone is the same?

Why everyone wants to help me, why do they want to listen to my soul and fiery speeches?

Go away, fail, I beg you on the knees you resect me.

I do not need well, nor in whom of you, I want you to send your strength to your life, on your girls and guys.

You fuck yourself, well, you yourself are not happy, but we climb to others

Your pictures with a blade lead to the thought that most of the teenagers, well, you know, wild dollars.

Why do you fuck me so much?

Please ride at night under the plaid or on the balcony.

Why are all asking what color curls that I so gently stroking?

I remember you, I love.

They are bright redhead, did you calm down fucking?

Or maybe you need a manual about how skillfully go fuck?

I really fuck.

You really blew, someone rocker, and what you bought yourself York.

This is a cry of my heart, the hysterics of a little child.

My only dream of escape from everyone and all for example in New York.

Call me a deserter and a traitor of the Motherland,

And you are roaring for me, although I remember all your moles,

I remember how you lay on my chest, calling relatives.

Spring iso, only drops and unpleasant smell remained,

Why are you a fuss your dirty paws to my chest on the left

I do not argue, the heart is dirty, the combination of dirty hands and a dirty heart is ahivefully built the structure of Lego Little Ivan,

Why everyone says that I am dranny, I am polite, fucking, but you know, just because I brought up my mother.

You fucked me, to be honest, I tell you a secret, in truth.

Wonder where your girl leaves every Friday.

I saw how she was crimped, touched behind the ass, they drank the hand between the legs, and she tells you on the radio that she was going to sing songs and the stove of cakes with girlfriends.

Furnace cakes, what fuck?

Well, you are eating something.

The rational solution to hide her keys and throw things out, fuck from the soul, from everywhere.

But you are a weak sucker that pours glue into a clothing package and sniffs,

She comes, it smells of strangers and wet your favorite red panties.

And this is you, a fucking coward, you are fused to me with the council.

Soviet children became secular bits.

You did not burn these ebony red hands.

You want you to love

But we are substituted as the last non-bank whore from Cabacket at the station.

And remember, all fuck who you are, where you, do not tell anyone about it, your ohuyutual stories of all we dreamed, all the zaebali.

I apologize for the mat and frankness,

But really fought advisors, just leave me alone.

I just want to sit at the computer naked, drink beer, fall asleep and wake up with you.