It is necessary
Live until morning.
The last cigarette ...
Do not smoke...
Do not do this.
Has fallen
Mute drop
Patience
At the bottom of the glass.
Someone's spoiled words
After a sincere: "Believe me!"
What now?
It's not my fault.
I open
The second bottle of wine,
Remembering a deceitful touch.
I wish you to die,
Like me.
And if everything is a prerequisite?
All the pain is destined?
I close my eyes -
All my pain is a relief.
10/07/2018
Live until morning
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