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The hands on the clock ran across. I did not notice. It was torn to pieces. There were not enough suits on the cards. People strove for power. Brass knuckles in my head. As if some kind of advice. White light disappeared. Time trampled into the ground. And on the street it’s dark. I can’t endure everything. Pounds sterling in my hands. And in front of the bay of Bering. Few words. I became like a hatch sleepless. I am small as a man but weight. To become a demon. Seeing the line between truth and delirium. Sometimes thoughts cut your head like knives. Can get tricky. Or maybe they'll be sheathed. I'm only asking for a sign. Darkness again. Of course I will not become like a tupac. But words are as strong as steel. And I became small. I see smoke again. But ... my guide disappeared and I am alone again. From birth to this day, only a shadow of silence will help. Well, again, the guide left the walls of the house. There was a fog in my head. It was as if he was in a coma, and he was morally crumpled, even though he was at sea, but everything was a foregone conclusion. The man threw the place of power. Became exhausted. Tortured for the life of him. Hundreds of people were seen. Many whores. That gay father. And not a single genius. Or he stood in the herd. Although it should be so. Why be alone torment yourself from birth and on. .. although ... I got older. and already liked marching in the simpsons marge. or in the jazz style. Still without ointment. They say you don't need to look. Went into the abyss. Or went to despair.
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