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Послушай, ты был прав,
Послушай, мне не больно.
И сердце без тебя
Стучит спокойно.
Послушай, я ушла,
Послушай, то что было.
И скажет тишина,
Что я любила.
Ты сердце моё
Прости за любовь,
Остыла.
Послушай меня,
Я просто любила.
Ты сердце моё
Прости за любовь,
Остыла.
Послушай меня,
Я просто любила.
Всё время без меня,
Всё время, то что лечит.
И на прощанье взгляд тебе на плечи.
Оставлю для тепла,
Оставлю след над крышей.
Сегодня я ушла,
А ты не слышал.
Ты сердце моё
Прости за любовь,
Остыла.
Послушай меня,
Я просто любила.
Ты сердце моё
Прости за любовь,
Остыла.
Послушай меня,
Я просто любила.
Does it all depend on you? Are possibilities indefinitely numerous? Who is able to answer questions?
Stuck. In your own reality. No marks of shadows in the light. No vigilance. You don't see it. You don't get me. It's painful afterwards. Before the weakness. After the inhumanity. Exagгerating? No sound. Or sound of suffocation. Believe me, there is more to it than this. I don't see the blue of it. Freedom. Or end of light. Rest. Emptiness.
Her impossible thinking grabbed everything she had, evereythig she was and smashed it to pieces. Broken glass. The horror of the absurdity. Her sight, her smell, her hearing, her taste, her touch, her respiration - they were so superficial all of a sudden. The burden she bore, this dark obssessive groing abyss her own heart contained... she couldn't believe this was happening. Questionning every single idea she had, every cell that constructed her body, every thought that crossed her mind. Who was she? She was no one. She had always known it, she had always felt it. She felt this unstoppable submersive emotion of non sense and surplus. She was not needed. The world was simply spitting her out. "The Gorgeous Truth was not aware of the deep sensation she caused me. She is not aware how important her words wereto me. The Gorgeous Truth is not aware she is my life" - she thought. And sighed. No relief accompanied her sigh. "The only exit is my own abyss." - she thought - "I do not have the right to be weak anymore. It should just stop. You are my only exit. But you are even emptier than I am. You are the beginning and the end. You just are."