THØUGHT FLØW

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LOTS OF THOUGHTS RUNNIN' THROUGH MY BRAIN, I CAN'T GET HUNG UP ON ANY OF THEM, THIS STREAM IS LONG, I SEE ONLY BLURRY STAINS, FROM THOUGHTS THAT HAVE LONG DISAPPEARED I SHOULD GO OUTSIDE FOR A COUPLE OF SECONDS, DIAGNOSE THE MIND AND THEN START TO CLEAR IT, IF A VIRUS APPEARS THEN IT'LL BE NECESSARY TO CUT IT OUT, THE DESTRUCTION'S COMPLETE, THE SYSTEM MUST BE TURNED OFF AND ON I GO TO THE MIRROR BUT SEE NOT MYSELF, NONE OF THE PSYCHOLOGISTS I WENT TO GAVE ME PSYCHIC HELP, AFTER MANY THERAPIES I'VE NOT STARTED TO FEEL WELL, WHY I ALWAYS FEEL SO SHITTY AND CAN'T FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS SITUATION, CAN SOMEONE FUCKIN' TELL? I AM TRYING TO STAY AFLOAT, HUH, IT'S LIKE I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA WITHOUT A BOAT, I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING, I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT, ALL I CAN DO IS HOPE FOR SOMETHING AND CONTINUE TO ROT. I'M TRYNA GET HUNG UP ON THE POSITIVE, OR RATHER ON WHAT I HAVE LEFT, IT'S SO FUNNY THAT ALL THAT DISTINGUISHES ME FROM A CORPSE IS NOT THAT I LIVE, BUT ONLY THAT I BREATHE UHHH...

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"Письмо ушедших дней"

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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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I Saw a Dream

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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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