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It's hard to keep sanity when every friend becomes your sworn enemy, I am not crazy I just lost my patience when everyone started to devalue me, I feel like a patient, or worse, like a guinea pig, Violence is my passion, are you surprised? Crush your skull with a piece of brick, They cut my skin and when the blood drained they licked, They felt like they were dominating the weak, But the weak just harbored anger, Sharpen the blade and then swing later, After putting all the facts together, I realized that after the murder, only after it'll I start to feel better I walk past the graves, I see the ghosts who can't find a place for themselves, I can't feel my breath, I can feel their suffering and pain they went through in hell, I'm afraid to become like them, I want to fall asleep after death, I want to escape the nightmare and fall into a deep sleep, I want to escape the nightmare and fall into a sweet dream, I was constantly hiding from the fire, but it found me, I'm bleeding, I have no more tears left to cry, it fucking hurts while I'm breathing, Add shards of glass to my plate while I can't see, It hurts to death when they hide their hatred behind the smiles they wear, It's a knife in the back, I walk on blades mixed with glass and bleed, I became poisonous, toxic, sadistic; when you saw me being pierced with blades, did you care? It's hard to keep your common sense when everyone stabs you with blades while laughing...
2021-06-22 11:00:56
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Nashi
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2021-06-23 11:32:25
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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