Sufferings are all undergone,
Now I remember and understand,it was just fun,
How many times I killed myself?None.
Once, I tried to taste the gun.
All that happened to me,
Nobody but you could make me feel,
I didn't know how to be,
Now I wonder, was it real?
Don't remind me that life,
When I was about to pierce into myself your knife.
You wouldn't have understood,
Me hopeful lovely mood.
Sufferings
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2019
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