Koi no yokan
Last_samurai
Premonition of love is scarier, really, Than love in it's depth of salt bittersweet. Don't know who you are but treacherous feeling can still make me sick. It's not for retweet. Emotions in me are strange and destructive. Respect to yourself is hidden in tears. That inner confuse is trying to truck to non-calmness and sad illusion of fears. "Forever with u" It's bullshit. I hope so. This stalking of thoughts - the way to the edge. But closer to me my terrible person collects our dreams and tries to allege presumption of pain, prediction of plotted indifferent lies that may to come true. I'm coward and jerk but I never wanted being hated by you. Being hated by u. 3/44 *Koi no yokan - (яп.) чувство, когда на твоём жизненном пути появляется кто-то, кого ты неотвратимо полюбишь в будущем. Необъяснимое предчувствие любви, которое отпугивает и притягивает.
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Last_samurai
@Мариам Алекс голос уже есть🌚
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2020-09-23 13:47:22
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
Nicee one.
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2020-09-27 02:28:29
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@JENOVA JACKSON CHASE Thanks a lot 🌞
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2020-09-28 14:55:40
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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