Nothing much
could make me exciting in days
Onely in pensive
and crowded
My brain pressed
over completely
Like dry straw
burning on fire
The brightest
memory go out of date in touched
Peers , friends
and even aromantic roses never make
me rise up a bit
I threw down
away and oscillated in sadness
sitting up and down being like no aim insane
man
just tears never
incessance bathed in my cheek
wind , ocean ,
soil , fire and the nature cried on me
i could not
moving , there happiness was waiting never come closer
i miss you my
hero (father and mother)
And my first page
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