I don't see a way out - I'm drowning. I'm going to the bottom, but I don't scream. Without strength, without choice and will. I let go... so that there is no pain.
I think I've eaten my fill...
Ilya Anisimov
I think I'm fed up...
from myself, disgusting...
And it flies from the lips - where is the shame?
It seems to me that the ending of the stories,
The denouement is near... epilogue.
And if you are still naive,
Then get another lesson.
Рубрика: Мысли
The shot is so lovely.