В колонках играет - ничего

Настроение сейчас - убийственное

endless black bar....

It is my life...unique name which goes near my useless existence in this world stuck in dirt...Bothered to tell, bothered to cry, bothered to love..all bothered...I and a soviet would hang oneself, and parents are pitiful (( very by him will be... If in enormous crowd to give up a brick, this brick will arrive exactly on my head...because it is a ya- unlucky person.....because I bear to suffer..from little up I lose the nearest....and every change...every nuance is killed all anymore....bothered..
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for what to me? for what??

извините что на английском...просто так легче((