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Катрина Ворошилова
My life is darkness.....
Like sad bad dreams.
It’s timeless stress and daily routine.
There are not smiles and happy time.
I lost my way and went blind.
My life looks like a running track.
There’s no light...
Only smoke of cigarettes.
Sometimes I’m going to escape
But fears constrain me like a chain.
I want to tell you what I want
But my doubts are goin on.