PAIN
John Sarah
My hip joint locks My muscles freeze cz of this unbearable pain I can't walk and am scared I don't want to loose the battle I have not been sleeping For the last few days All I do is cry all night The pain and the nightmares are unbearable I wish that you could understand How it hurts to move my leg Its like someone is ripping apart my hip joint I wonder when it will all come to an end I want to scream out loud for the world to feel the pain with me But I know I won't do so cz they will say am crazy I feel like am drowning in this world of pain And I have no way out right now If I have no doctor appointment I just lay in bed all day doing nothing scared to think, what happens next Or what the doctor will say after the tests
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Morgan Ray and Rose. ⏺English translation⏺ I will find flowers among the fragments of people, give them to you. I am so pleased that there is you, your love for me. I will give you a sea of hope, and lights that do not fade. My heart is only you, it falls asleep without you. I'm giving everything I have in me for you to paralyze the rocks. I don't want to To conquer fate, together to the very edge. We'll be gone on the penultimate day, but our lines will remain. All love is sealed here, in our phrases and ellipses. So, let's rise high, and forgetting about the holy, Falls of the rock. I'll take your hand, and everything, all around It's going to be the way you dreamed.
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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