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5 марта 2024 г., 11:47
One midnight I called you my precious
So, I could be fucking depressious.
The ocean of hot tears lay down from two eyes,
I felt like a drama princess with her cutest lies.
«Who I am?» — One dusk I would see
Hundreds of feelings: that`s you near me.
My anxious lungs breathing so heavily, strong
The person would be with me getting along,
Still lying for himself, still be so afraid
Life`s gave me a threatening sign. Well, i`m still knowing your name…
One boy from my dreams living now enough calm…
Why me? Sounds like an angel looking after so long…
He`s wouldn`t be scared, he`s wouldn`t be alone
He`s strong and, albeit… We`ll be living along…
