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#Beetner - Who We Die - Drama

New acquaintances, cheap alcol, trips,
Spring will again give feelings "forever".
left apartments, rented hotel rooms,
Under the degree, sensation and feelings outside the body.
Perhaps warmer, a company of new acquaintances,
A glass or a glass.
Already the third, fifth, parents have a room,
Without light and curtains - a very quiet room,
Mother calls from work, "Honey are you at home, right?"
"Yes mom, finish tea, I go to bed"
The very degrees in the dance through the veins, passion,
She is embraced by another unfamiliar, on the floor, clothes,
Fuck hope, one day alive, one older,
Well, there is sex, pleasure - whispers the one on the shoulder on the left.
She thinks this inner voice, the essence of desires,
But the inner voice beats against the ribs - the walls of the chamber!
Naturally in the eyes, fire, flame, and the whole sun!
But every day for the future by a spoonful of salt.
When he thinks, tears and snot immediately,
And he wakes up in the morning calls her, doomed sleepy,
Green button, "Good morning my cute"
In response: "Hello .. with good .., forgive me ..."
Short beeps, cigarettes, unfamiliar walls, are smiled,
Unknown in bed, on the floor of the body, around the shadow.
Steps to the stop, bus, road, house, native bed,
I woke up, ate in a childish voice, cute
"Mom, I walk"
And two years I will ply for one day on the repeat,
And there are already drugs, the second pseudo guy,
who is no doubt awaiting her at home.

A beautiful dream was drowned under the image of her life,
Yesterday I was charming, terribly sweet:
Graceful legs, black eyes, thin pens,
The ease of movements, not a single cloud on the horizon.
Not a hint of the future, life is amazing!
No problems and you saw her, yes!
But life gave a chance to return everything back,
Such a miracle that will give you joy again.
Her dream came true, a new life under her heart -
Give 7 colors and whole eternity.
On the porch, your father meets you on a lifting,
In your hands, Aliska, who will be three years old!
Father is not up to the family, especially not to the child,
He is the child himself and does it in his heart hurts.
Alice grows without a dad, almost in the world of miracles,
She has a loving mother, offers her to heaven.
But the absence of dad takes the colors from the rainbow,
So small, but feels that joy escapes.
Alice, take the best from childhood,
There are ten soon, remember all the moments,
They are like personnel in the film, 24 per second.
remember everyone and don't repeat the mistakes,
They will not be appropriate in your fabulous life.

Her drawings are not about us,
Each pencil is responsible for her mood in color,
I was sitting nearby, saying something
And she believed me so childish.
She smiled shyly, talked about her mother,
She said that she hardly remembers dad,
told how he broke her beloved cup,
Then she hugged me, asked me to go more often.

And then it will be
Alice 17, black hair, eyes like a mother - brown,
And the mother has thoughts that this is a dream, everything seems to her.
bad weather, they are in the kitchen together in sweet tea,
"Daughter, don't go on my road" -to the answer "Mom, I know"
their principles, priorities, desires,
In the evenings, her boyfriend holds the hand.
Call in the morning: "With a good morning my dear"
With a sleepy voice: "With good .., I’ll still sleep .., okay?"
Her life is full of magical, amazing,
Not from the stories, I just saw it myself.
I am very glad that the parents are not in the depths of
If she is not like that, try, convince me.