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So strange

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Have you ever thought
The life could be the best?
The think I have just caught.
The things I've could to impress.

Believe me. It's too late 
To start to fly again.
It is not time to wait 
The things to heal your pain.

The door is closed by me.
The time haven't ever were.
The present I can't see 
To get it insecure.

The things I can't forget.
The acts I can't forgive.
Those ones to make me so upset. 
But I want to live!

So close, so quiet, so dark.... A fault.
My right hand's palm turn into fist.
I start to beat the wall.
The atmosphere I want to dismiss.

My eyes haven't ever seen the ray of light.
The sun have not warmed my skin.
Like good and rage are become to fight.
Once were сonnected by me within.

"Enough!" - hear you. I cry: "Leave me!"
What the hell is going on?
The walls like prison are around me.
I still fight ones to be not alone.

The wall is painted with my blood.
The wall is looked with some cracks.
The fog inside like big grey cloud.
The cracks becomes to have big tracks.

A punch, a punch... Again, again.
The wall have passed and one is broken.
My fists are sick. My eyes are ill. The main 
Thing that world is open.

I feel the wind that wave the grass.
I see the sky. The colours are open.
The beautiful flights of butterflies.
The things that haven't been spoken.

The something new. I start walking.
The forest with a lot of trees.
My way is lasts of 10 min's of talking 
With this new world. Oh, tell me please.

It's time to live. Forget about 
The walls have surrounded you before.
The new things I can't live without.
A good have won the rage therefore.

The river that I will pass,
The one's water is so bright.
I clean all the covered me ash.
I feel that everything is all right.

So strange, how long I could resist 
The walls and darkness that pressed on me.
The horror is over! And I miss 
The bad, the worse things could be.

What's next? I turn to psychology.
A lot of questions I was asked.
But there is no anthology 
With things that correctly were masked.

So strange, I'm still walking alone, 
Like there have nothing to differ.
I believe it won't last for long.
No matter how I will dive deeper.

I know that somewhere inside 
The castle that is far from here.
I"ll save you with the glory ride.
And we will happy when we will near.

So strange, That one could tell to me 
That there is nothing to believe.
I know that no matter to hear 
And all we need is love and to live.

As a result I'm telling you: 
"Whatever were, please, don't give up!"
I ask you to receive the truth 
And find a power to make a stop

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