They still leave

< Anna Tantsyura



They still go
They still go. Baby, leave your tears random passers funny, write, and read only prose. They still go.

Yes, simply because the world is so complex that the pain grows under the skin, but it goes too. You think: "Lord God, what did I so much nothingness - those boys numerical sets. They still go.

They still go. There will not be the first nor the extra, there will be no songs, no letters / he will be slightly dependent /. Then it all hang. You pain is multiplied by eight, smile between pink gums you groan: "When the autumn." Then. They still go.

They still go. Oh, just does not happen that gives eternity flights. They'll forget fragments poison melt to the bottom of your drink, torment and exhausting. Outcome / it always happens / - they still go.