Pills.
And, it seems, without reason.
And you know, I will still stay in this damn world.
And you know, we were cursed. Changed in Lombard.
And, it seems, literally killed in words.
The pulse shook.
The heart changed the rhythm.
Air is saturated with medicines.
White bathrobes will be squeezed near the door.
You know, honey, your soul is no longer saving.
It is sold.
It seems another whore.
She logged in last Friday. And there was a loud bargaining.
And you put on the auction.
You screamed loudly, poking from pain.
But it was empty.
Again.
And again gray mass. Silent moans. Faceless action.
They regretted you.
It is possible that sincere.
And then poured. Pure alcohol.
And you wandered, nervously remembering the road.
You know, you are completely doomed.
And sorry, but I do not believe in a happy end.
- He is promised only in films.
Yes, in those of the most workers in the evenings for sentimental ladies.
They are observed for someone else's life.
After all, everything is beautiful and true.
There are something creating.
Pick.
After all, the actors have no lives in their diet. After all, life is not buried there.
The TV is definitely better.
Perhaps will move there?
Of course, collect a suitcase, dear.
And yes, you are lucky.
There is no soul.
You, already empty, will be empty without a queue in a beautiful fairy tale.
Well, go.
I'm catching up.
We just need to decide
Sell yourself.
And you know, on me, if that, the sign "Torg is not appropriate" hang.
Soon completely, if that, they will buy me.
And I will come.
We will be together.
Empty.
Truth…
I have no reason to stay in this damn world.
