Мизантроп
Oh, I'm so sorry, so sorry,
But I don't need your flower.
This is a very lamentable story,
And now, inside me is a stone cover.
No feel, no pain, no love.
Apathy has become my sister.
I forgot what it means to laugh.
I don't hear even a little happy's whisper.
Your gift is dangerous for me,
It can wake up a senseless hope.
I told you, it's a lamentable story,
And now, I'm a bitchy misanthrope.
13.06.2019
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