Why the hell do we have this existence?
If at the end,we all shall die.
Once,after tried to fly,
You will lose your persistance.
I don't anymore want to seem good,
Maybe,people will love me,if I am rude,
But self-love disappeared long time ago,
I even didn't manage to say "hello".
I love to abuse my soul
And I really love being bad.
Maybe,I have decisively gone mad
And will never come back after all.
God,please,let me go to the hell,
Anyway,nobody needs my farewell.
I will quickly fly away
Because I can't anymore stay.
Stay
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