I've not smelled roses for years.
I am buying perfume by myself.
Noone knows the size of my clothes .
I am just a broken female.
If I just could I would be drunk forever.
I would run to the farthest North
I am desperate , am begging forgivness
why did not I choose the way of a rose.
I wish somebody's touch.
whose? does not matter.
I wish to be kissed, with embaraces like heat.
Today I am sober , too realistic.
no love , no passion .....I am standing on knees.
I ve not smelled roses for years
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