Dear Dairy! From now I hate my life, my please and my destiny. I can't live and breathe without fear for my future. You say "Just forgot it", but how I can forgot friendship so long and so clean? He said me: "Go fuck dear, I'm not need you anymore". Curse, it will be last our thing, that remained from that he destroy. I damned him and at once myself. Was it terrible for me? It is not! I am not afraid and now I will live with it, as with the last gift, which belongs to the last action us two and anymore to nobody in this world. My dear, you will be mine, if not in this world that will be on other
I try to live and don't thinking - its simply
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Оревуар, мой гений красоты.
Шутя, разбит хрустальный мир поэта,
Любовь мертва, карету мне, карету !!!
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Не надо лишних слов и слез впридачу.
Аминь, прозрел, теперь неуязвим.
Холодной лжи взамен любви на сдачу
Уж не хочу, адье, мой друг, удачи...
И дай Вам Бог любимой быть другим.(с)