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proshloe tyanet nevozmognum gruzom... ne xochu, ne mogu, ne budu vozvrachat'sya k nemu... nu zachem ge on mne nugen? znau, chto, dage, esli vernus, vsya eiforiya proidet cherez mesyac i opyat budet bol'no vse vremya i opyat budet ne to, i opyat vechno budu sama unigat'sya i ego unigat ssorami i nepoladkami.. no pochemu togda kogda ego vigu dusha tyanetsya, xochetsya ego opyat? mlyaaaaa, takoi krasavchik, takoi znakomui do boli profil, takie lubimue kudryashki, ne mogu prosto...
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Pochemu, kogda tebe nugen chelovek, kogda tu dishat i git bez nego ne mogesh, kogda tu dumaesh o nem kagduu sekundochku, kogda tebya obgigaet ot odnoi misli o nem, tu ne nugna emu?? A potom, kogda vse sgorelo v dushe, pepel ostalsya, tol'ko palyachii gar v dushe... on prixodit obratno? Teper, kogda v moei dushe nachali rascvetat' pervue chuvstva, kagdui malen'kii butonchik napolnyaet menya schast'em, ogidaniem chuda i vzaimnosti ot drugogo... tot, kotorui bil kogda-to nugen kogda-to togda prixodit obratno... govorit, chto ya emu nugna...tyanet menya obratno... ox. i ved, kogda on govorit eto, ya vse eche chuvstvuu tot proshlui gar v moei dushe, to teplo eche tleet...on, kak vsegda, chertovski obayatelen i uveren v sebe.. Ushel, ya otkazala emu, no, uxodya, skazal, chto vse ravno budu opyat ego... daite mne silu ostavit proshloe tam, ne vspominat o nem i ne vozrachat'sya k nemu bolshe nikogda...
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