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  1. I'd say my heart hurts, but I'm not sure if it's alive.

    I could say I can not breathe, but I'm not sure whether it's the air.

    I could say a lot, but still I would not be sure.

    And everyone is asking why, but I'm not sure why.

    I will ask you to listen because you are still here.

    But do not feel the guilt because I feel it.

    For each step, for each breath of the air, a combination of the words

    And the words written, I know they are heavy, but now

    Everyone gets rid of the difficulties like this, or not?

    Conveying guilt to others, like in any game,

    And at any moment it explodes if you have it for too long.

    What are the goals of this game?

    Destroy one player and aggravate the level.

    Do you understand what I am talking about?

    If not, it's not for you and I would advise you

    Run away from here, further from me, because I've seen it

    You do not want to breathe in the air I breathe

    Because I have guilt for much longer

    Nor any other player and I feel

    Her ticking, her breathing, and I'm afraid of it

    Because when it stops, I know it will explode.

    So just breathe it in, and when you exhale, I will not be there anymore.
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  2. Today, at one o'clock in the morning, we all see the same darkness.

    It fills us with invisible winds.

    Fills our souls with complete emptiness.

    We are all equal before this darkness.

    All are equally empty, everyone is suffering from something badly.

    Today, at two o'clock in the morning, we're clutching our cell phones with both hands.

    They lit up our faces, glaring into our eyes with its bright light.

    We both long for something: home, and perhaps one another ...

    We both got a bit lost.

    And we have nothing to do.

    And our conversations will meaninglessly only lift our emptiness.

    Today, at three o'clock in the morning, repeat to me how you love me.

    Those words slowly burn the soul.

    You know, I'm smiling.

    And you know more about me.

    And speak, speak ... endlessly.

    Today, at four o'clock in the morning, I will say goodbye to you.

    And I'll go to bed tired.

    I'll get up until afternoon, really.

    Although heart hurts badly, as if it was not a midsummer, but the early spring, ... most likely, from longing.

    Today, at five o'clock in the morning, we'll be sleeping.

    Quietly or with vague dreams.

    Fantasy jammed in thought.

    Emptiness in the soul.

    Longing in the heart.

    Face smiling.

    Fatigue in the body.

    Today, at six o'clock in the morning, everything will be different.
  3. How fast sometimes communication that does not fit into the time between two buses, it is replaced by the monosyllabic word answers, cold and heartless, together with a capacity of many burning feelings. And it will take a minute or two, and the person does not return the same.

    How easily we find substitutes for humans and feelings, allowing to liberate us from the pain, but at the same time often causing even more pain. This not stay an hour, but eventually takes many days of our life.

    People change so quickly, in the morning their eyes are shining that see something good in you or in the world. In the evening, they can drown in smoke and their hands always smell of soap parfume and a mixture of rust. There is enough one day, and to adjust it takes much more time.

    As always, we look to the friends, which we do not recognize anymore. Not because of a change in appearance, but because of the character, interests and principles. People change when they lose someone or something, but in our eyes they are likely to change because they lost us. It takes seconds and is irreversible.

    How naive we think that things will get better with time. However, nothing is free, even for death we pay with life. And in most cases, inadequate to our available time.