world

Mart Chagrin

(18+)
empty chamber never mind who's one was there. streets of deadmans billions without head but you know there's people wanting awake and go. cost is not little but we want to getting through. world of bitch drinkers fuckin slaves without true. world that in one time ready kill the lifestyle ready suck for rich side and so until they die. new graves in earth creating world time'll go on and on. and what's my stone? it's wind that so free dancin. go fuck all love before. my future's my adore. now stop, it's awful all, you know be happy so

2021-01-01 02:57:40

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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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وردةٌ قبِيحة

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و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟

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