I haven't desire to write
To say how I feel at the moment.
It goes on by day and by night,
Ability has been siphoned
By routine. I enveloped in
A thousand deeds and affairs.
It's not visible where they begin,
The end of them lost. And I spare
A second to catch up my breath
Before I got drown in the habits,
And make my presence more or less
Be worthy the world it inhabits.
Fallen in despair
© Copyright: Анна Горбушина, 2014
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