Every time when I stop smiling
To pleasant words you say to me,
I hear this loud, yet silent crying
Of soul of mine that's never free.
I easily drown in feeling lonely.
Just like - oh, that's a weird trick -
In feeling I am happiest only.
I'm blessed. Alone.
I am so sick.
Sick
© Copyright: Анастасия Черр, 2014
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