The worst in my life is the building of illusions;
No matter how I do it- often or just once.
And every time I make the same conclusions,
And see the same consequences by chance.

I don’t believe in friendship, nor in Heaven.
I try to love as hurtly as I can.
Why do I always try to get «eleven»,
When all the others got already «ten»?

I gave them all to be the best of others.
My only wish was to escape the fall;
Among all these «the sisters» and «the brothers»
I was to find а one who’d take my call.

I found and lost. I tried and didn’t manage, -
A sort of destiny, which cannot be discussed,
Again no matter what will be the damage,
What kind of victims we shall have at last.


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