It was a year since met we last
to keep like treasure our past;
there almost nothing in it though,
but so important our row.
I hate it, tried so many times
destroy this memories of mine;
they indestructible it seems,
they stay, like i am still in teens.
I laugh. It's stupid, boring, ugly.
I wish to have amnesia partly..
just anything: a cure from you,
to get away, remove this glue.
I need to live, to breathe, to love,
but you in memories like moth
annoying, biting, staying, killing..
still miss your soul and hate that thrilling..
if there is medicine for that,
i would just take it and be glad,
whatever it would take to cure..
The path of life is so obscure,
it gives some air but it's not fair
not need the one who doesn't care.
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© Copyright: Вероника Биткина, 2016
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