I look like death. I'm dead cold.
I stopped fighting and just hit rock bottom.
promised here one: "I will warm you, I will rescue»,
he turned into a deer and disappeared into his forest.
I look like a corpse. I killed myself -
disavowed help, just lost sleep.
promised here is the other: "I'll heal you, sew up»,
and he stayed to mend his skirts in a strange formation.
I'm tired of being strong. just tired of being,
why can't I just go through life?
someone said to me: "I will win you back, I will return,
don't worry, katyusa, I'm praying for you".
all words will be twisted and turn into a lie,
where is the masculine word? only * * * * aboly entirely!
you're the only one for me in my ear quietly: "Cach,
stop multiplying the pain and learn to be silent."
learn to be silent
© Copyright: Надежда Егоровна Мамонтова, 2020
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