I didn't slept for some days,– thought that dream is just illusion I didn't thought about myself and (about) my needs I shriveled up as a lemon, I'm tired to the bone I've spent all my vital power
Mirror. Who is that? Is it me? Some dried-up and scraggy man? With hollow cheeks and eyes Tedious glance, and the shadow left behind...
And I feel faint Rise and go... in expectation for bright chapter in a gray-leaves' book fuck the difficult
Critically looked at the way of my life overcomed my laziness and chronic tiredness I'm changing my mood (And again with all my might) I drive into the (same?) well