You never talked how we deplore,
You speak with men, whom I'm adore.
I know, that you don't like him, that you don't like me
Because I appreciated it's possibility.
I never talked about the past,
It's disappeared, it's became to last,
And I will never see you smile and see you cry,
Cause my memories are die.
And I experience again, as there you are, or whatever he.
You was a part of my fate, my last Monday. Why I'm still crying?
But this step was not eternal, and it must pass to be
Yourself. And I'm writing and writing, again.
And he was back in the network. I went through it yourself,
Because I must, and I coulde be, I wish to be well.
But that's not important to me right now,
Cause my "forever" putting down.
to my memories
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