Consensus

Agreed, each about his own,
 And we've been lying to each other ever since.
 We simulate the comfort of the family home,
 Forty-year-old trying to hide fatigue.
 
 I haven't stopped drinking and you're not loyal to me,
 Although we sometimes lie in the same bed.
 Technically, you're still a wife,
 But instead of sex, the cold of a snowstorm.
 
 Why do you say all this is necessary for you,
 Not exactly, if frankly,
 However, children, life, acquired stuff,
 And we are already afraid of change.
 
 So imitators live life.
 She is alone, there will be no other.
 But from what is-do not give up,
 And there, perhaps, God will already judge.


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