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6 декабря 2023 г., 20:21
I'm tired of fighting
Like a horse in the race.
I want to see the real life
And maybe in that case.
I would be crying over happy things,
And not because you can't even look at me.
I wanna scratch my soul out of the body,
To make you see «I'm not nobody».
I have desires, I have thoughts.
Sometimes too many
And that's your fault.
One day my arms would be as cold as ice.
One day my eyes wouldn't see a face of wise.
I would stop running from the fate
And I will look at white big gate.
When that will happen I beg you to:
To remember all the things that we had to do,
To not forget about my face
And finally
Just glare at my shade.
