The pressure
Уильям Смит
When everything destroys me,
I scream every single day
And every day
My eyes pop out.
A lot of pain, rage;
And maid
Helps me out.
But one thing doesn't now exist,
Wich is my mind.
It exit
Through my eyes.
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Уильям Смит
, 2018
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