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I wrote: Shall we talk
You told me: I can’t
You might inside lock
Look at the mirror in front.

Who are you looking at
When brushing in the morning
And why are you upset
While to school going

With whom you’d like to be
What for you is rather
I’m blue and can’t you see
We have lost each other

I’m thinking in abstract
But at all we crashed
Just pure true in fact
These actions were rushed

This way is the shortest
To realize reality
At all points the clearest
For my love it’s fatality

Don’t try to understand
And seek the rehabilitation
Nobody is able to mend
I won’t feel this sensation

It’s not the end for me
I’ll be the modification
As is well known – see
What’s you destonation?