Everybody

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Everybody knows That the world is dying, Everybody knows That all people lie. Everybody knows That our life is nothing And everybody knows That if we don't want to live. Nothing will be changed If we don't want this Everybody knows that And they live like lived. Everybody knows That we are people And most of the people Are the worst parasites. Almost everybody knows Those simple things, But almost everybody want To forget forever it. P.S. I wrote that rhyme by listening song Sigrid "Everybody knows". I advice to listen it, because it has a deep neaning and wonderful melody.

2018-08-05 20:11:18

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soulmate

Красииииво. 😍 вот только условные предложения хромают. Извиняюсь, опять училка во мне проснулась

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Спасиб😊

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