I'm pleased when I am hurt - my sinews start to ache
From all the walking all alone for dismal sorrow's sake.
And then it goes, predestinate - my breakage starts to show.
I'm holding on to every grudge, don't think I can let go.
The omnipresent death with its long stare inside my eyes,
And everybody knows of it, and yet, caught by surprise.
And each and every my attempt to read and study her...
But all conclusions that I have are called non-sequitur.
Oh I would love to leave myself, to leave myself to strand.
I was so drunk and broken down, you wouldn't understand.
Non-sequitur
© Copyright: Анастасия Рубаева, 2026
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