Просто еще один день...
Your world year after year is just a room and a bed, you fight death and you want to be needed by this world - you try to create at least the smallest thing, to give whatever is left... but the day comes when there are the last three people left who even sometimes ask how you are..... and then it becomes two. and then those two not only don't ask "how you are", but don't even answer your notes.... And then you get the feeling that no one in this world even remembers you. It's as if you don't exist and never even existed. But you're still alive and your heart is full of love!
Love that no one needs....