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Не поймите меня неправильно. Я здесь. В каждом слове. Это может быть трудно понять. Это хорошо. Чем больше вы пытаетесь, тем я счастливее. Спасибо, что прочитали это.

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Hi, I'm here. Yes, it's me again. And again the pill is supposed to ease the pain. Another to forget. One more to dream about. Another one, not without a reason. More. The whole box? Oh, that's nothing.

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That's why I like to talk to you. You are not here. As if you did not exist. And yet you are. That's why I like to talk here. No one can hear us. I feel safe. And you can do everything. That's why I like to talk to you. I trust you immeasurably. And we do not know each other. Do you exist at all? No matter, talk to me.

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Hear my voice. I am calling for help. Quiet whisper. Shaking hands. Tears on the cheeks. Everyone sees a smile. You look fine. You feel good. Do not lie.

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Put on your armor. Take the weapon in your hand. Pray. Love them.  Destroy everything. You lost. You win.

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I'm not a romantic. I have the soul of an old man. My stars are something more than the love that is less and less in me. The world is cruel and I do not think logically anymore. I fall asleep.

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I have the souls of a lost sheep. Artistic concept of the world. The pain of existence. Happiness is unattainable.

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The stars on the ceiling hang over my bed. I'm trying to reach them. Now they seem to be so real. You know why? Because I can't reach them. Because I'm lying and I can't get up.