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28 апреля 2025 г., 10:38
I close the door and I run away,
Leaving behind all the hurt of the day.
I've done it already hundreds of times:
Left only a house without any lights.
I head into darkness looking for sun,
Try to find peace – but again have to run.
Break up with the loved ones to avoid the pain,
Eager to stay dry in a heavy rain.
I cry loosing voice to feel the silence,
Turn off the light to escape from nightmares.
Hope not to stay down – never going above,
I reject the feelings, yet wish to feel love.
Beware of mistakes, hence remain still,
Spent life for nothing – I've given up my will.
I'm scared by the future and afraid of today.
There's no black-and-white, just absorbing grey.
07.04.2025
