I'm sick.
I'm very - very sick.
My past is shout -
It's so big a kill machine.
My breath is very - very deep…
But I can't catch
Such clean and bleed
Your words of
Endings and Begin.
Can't Keep my smile.
It's hard to speak
About it.
Second - hand faith
it's all I need.
Because I need believe.
My great - great win
It's my big sin.
While I know death
I wanna live.
But every time
I really leave
Steep track
Of my past lives...
16.08.2018
I m sick. I m very - very sick
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