How many days?
How many weeks?
I count each and single piece
And try to breath to single one.
Don't look at monster I become,
Don't cry, don't think, because it hurts
Don't even blink to all alerts
And don't remember me at all,
I'm not alive, I'm just a doll
Pretend that other days will come
You fade away like taste of gum...
Like taste of gum
© Copyright: Вероника Биткина, 2015
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