Makson Parkhomenko - место жительства и мобильный номер

Will in a fist, thoughts in different directions. Black crows walk around my room. On the ceiling, lonely feelings are collected. They crash down on my head. I search, I shout in a hoarse voice. These stripes are black and white. I found love, but I lost faith in it.

She's alive and she's still breathing. And I feel like she's looking for me, too.

Not mad, and quite consciously - I inhale this poison along with the air. The fog doesn't go away with age.

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