You'll get everything when I leave.
Fall will fall on your shoulders.
And the envelope that you received
Just contains the blank paper in folder.
I have nothing to say cause you know:
"In the end it doesn't really matters".
You preferred not to care, not to think.
So do I.
So do I. Now I'm scattered.
I can't handle being alone with each deal.
Seeing ostrich with head in the sand.
No matter happiness, sorrow or any ordeal.
You had nothing to do and it's sad.
I'm sure I'll be person who everyone blames.
Cause you're good and you ARE loving hubby.
I don't care now I won't be the same.
Patience is over. Get back to your mommy.
23.03.2025 г.
The blank paper
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