Disaster
Disaster... I felt bad, don' t smoke...
There are so many hours, when
I took my paper and my pen.
I wrote my pain, I had a belief
That there is something for to live.
My soul was screaming, so I
Was really happy, when define
Help me to live, help me to feel,
Today I know- that all is real.
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