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Feeling the pain inside your mind,
In front of your eyes..
Just like to lose the game
That had begun so fast.
You can't hide your fears,
Your voice is too noiseless.
But this is the reality,
That kills you so ruthless...
In front of your eyes..
Just like to lose the game
That had begun so fast.
You can't hide your fears,
Your voice is too noiseless.
But this is the reality,
That kills you so ruthless...
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Трынь, хиии))) а я ток узнала, откуда это стихотворение..))) ты маладец!! У мя по-английски сочинять терпения не хватает(( я вот тока Пушкина люблю переплевывать.. по-нашенскому.. по-русски.. мат-перемат.. ээээх..))))