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Oh, the one who drowns

Oh, the one who is stuck

Don’t you come out, run away

Let the wind touch your old sores

The beginning is visible, your aid is received

Everything unites in green dance

So many words were spoken in different tongues

So many cases of dumpling pain

You can be embraced by the swamp

Not feeling the bottom

Going back at full depletion

They will always force you to be in the places you don’t want to be

To say things you don’t believe in yourself

Your best idea is recognition of the fact that everything has gone

No need to scream like a bitch

Shit is fucked

Movement will just take you to the nearest grave

But after touching the things seemed to be so far away

You will understand the senselessness

There is no predestination

There is only you

And you are nothing

Just a mutilated little body shivering from fear

All choices are made