I was along all time,
And did not think that it is crime.
I want to find a friends,
That they don`t look on my apearance.
Never let me cry,
I don`t want been weak.
It is chanse to die,
My soul lived jast a week.
I choose my way,
It's my solution.
And what's a probltm that it's grey?
My soul lived jast a day...
Never let me cry,
I don`t want been weak.
It is chanse to die,
My soul lived jast a week.
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