It's fucking feeling.
They prevent me.
I can't to stop.
I see abroad.
The light in my eyes,
Makes me stop,
But I run forward.
I can't see bariccades.
I run on papers surface.
I jump from sheet to sheet.
I don't control my breath.
My breath don't control me.
I fell from papers sky.
I broke my hands on the floor.
My nervs makes me scream.
I forced my nerves keep calm.
I kick my lazy boots,
And I'm running forward.
I'm laugh. It's fun -
My hand waving back as flag.
I'm run to my dreams.
I haven't dreams.
I'm hero on my wars.
Wars inside my head.
I have my beauty girlfriend.
I made she myself.
Nobody can keep quiet,
Better then my girlfriend
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17.07.2017
F73ak
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