Мысли
усё.... я никуда не пойду! 
Надо будет каг-то все мои примитивныйе стихи, написанныйе под впечатлением от природы, на комп напечатать. Вдруг кто-то найдёт? 
Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
