I'm afraid we will tear ourselves apart
Leaving behind blood
We will lose ourselves one by one
Prepare for a flood
It wasn't my authority for anything
I am merely just a messenger
But when it comes to my friends
You tried to ruin us all
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Poem Book
ПоезіяA literary tête-à-tête to help myself get by. You will find both poem and prose in this public diary of thought and representation, but a cliché name never hurts anyone.
