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< Anna Tantsyura



Ignites sparks all their undelivered, all my unsent, my hysterical, with grammatical errors messages and phone calls.
I have long had nothing to do inside. Understand. To accept. Recognize. I have increased the pain threshold. I do not need someone to me ashore
In my search for the coordinates carved. Modern technology is not helping. I breathe hard and difficult. I'm tired robot, my friend, I can be a lot, but I did not stick.
I am looking scared, but tired. I used to get up and leave without a goodbye. Change the city and stations, but in fact find, pump out.
Painfully. Exactly an hour later the sky flashed dates. I do not perceive that there is for the coast and not wake up, awake, unable to find shelter. Behind the death of mine begins to bow. I forgive, but will leave. Titles besprobelnye. For me, in my hell, perhaps pray.