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Да.
Такое иногда случается…
Открываешь странички своего дневника и просто понимаешь – писать-то, оказывается, нечего….
Вот и у меня такая фигня.
То ли мысли закончились, то ли вдохновение….
То ли вообще не было никогда ни того, ни другого….
Глупо.
Просто глупо.
Ну и пускай….

MUSE – Screenager:

Who's so phoney and always surrounded?
Stop your screaming - no one can hear
All the scars on your skin:'post no bills'

Who you were
Was so beautiful
Remember who
Who you were

Hide from the mirror - the cracks and memories
Hide from your family - they won't know you now
For all the holes in our souls host no thrills

Who you were
Was so beautiful
Memories who
Who you were