I going down in my depression.
I'm armless warrior for now.
My mind destruction my inception,
I didn't know what save and how.
After my life, you need a rise
For your so sweet and perfect charms.
I know, you just a needed paradise
Instead of scars and scabs on arms.
You're gently rocked me by threats.
I'm beautiful, you see it?..
My heart is never gonna beats,
I lost my soul and seen my meat,
On neck is loop, in chest is knife...
All people told me: "Feeling dies,
The love disease on your life".
But I'm sure - it's voices lies.
When you are hurt me, I'm in love.
You killing me and wrecked my home.
I love. I cry. And I'm above.
I hate so much stockholm syndrome.
Stockholm Syndrome
© Copyright: Джейн Белл, 2015
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