and thoughts are swarming in my head
and I have nothing to expect
please let me die in quietly place
without question about my taste.
I want to sell my soul to devil
but I have always done this work ...
love is always like to be the evil
which going on with one network
and I have something to forget,
So, what I have to stop regret?
the second moments are emerge
with use of my imagine- are reemerge
And thoughts are swarming in my head. 2018
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