Heart? It is broken, you will not stick together. Thoughts? All of them with you. Feelings? Them you will not change

Autumn, October.... Fie! The summer even if it was black-and-white is better!

To me-it, somehow saw differently. If the friend hides nothing. If love to a coffin means

Earlier I was such strong. Could force to cry nothing me and after I have fallen in love I can start howling only from for songs

The beautiful go on the left. Courageous - directly. Clever - to the right. Weak are at a stop. And only fools come back back. x

The girl without complexes. But with a heap of principles.

I quite normal! And that that I eat a water-melon with a spoon, it doesn't suggest otherwise!

Why you don't look to me of an eye? - I am simple since the childhood I am afraid of depth.

Correctly mum always spoke to me... The Daughter... Don't share with anybody and never with the experiences.

Only a pillow.... Only to it you can be cried, with it to share.... It is more with anybody

My pride it is very sick. Believe

You don't object, if I light? - Me it is indifferent, I seem I release you... Loving, I release! Even if you are shot.

I seem I release you... Loving, I release!

Life, it such. Senseless but on its extent it is necessary to find sense to live. I here don't understand. In what sense of mine?

Tears? No, it is a rain. Painfully? No, everything is all right. Together? Alas, but we separately.

Dreams? To me they aren't clear. Memory? It you will not erase.

From too loud compliment happens more painfully, than from a slap in the face

In the autumn especial air, it usually smells as not come true dreams

The next world that is poured in ears won't get to heart, splodgy a rage.

At you such smooth skin between spots.