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What is it, I want to say so much, but you can’t choose words in any way, then it’s rude, then it’s too open here, ... and ...

I don’t even know how to tell you everything ........... under each drop of blood, a sheet with a multi -plate lies ...

And you know all the pain, if you remember, it’s stuffy .... and tears and bitterness ... although in other ways, all those conversations, for the night for years for the nights ahead .... they are worth it ...

And when I write, you are missing ... then it is still scraping, it means everything is squeezing ..

Life is a continuous printing machine, and if suddenly the machine breaks for a while, then I rust, cold, and not every master can fix it ... There are only two who succeeded ...

I'm sorry that you sometimes do not believe me, because only the truth, and only to you ... This is more annoyed ..

Thank you for allowing you to feel that feeling when you look at a person, and he smiles at your soul, at that moment I want to run up, hug. Take it so hard, and his lips tremble, and something tries to break out ... And even tears already do not help ......... so much I wanted to say ... but in the end there are no words

This is not enough for me.

And so that the question is how you, do not answer and everything is fine, but you

So that without words the question and answer were clear, with the eyes ...

I wrote to you so many times, but it was all either burned or deleted ........

And now I read your lines, I am looking for myself in them ... (complete nonsense) .......

And we will never see Stoba dawn, and we will not hear the answer to an incomprehensible question .......