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The way to suicide

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I stand at a cold old window
On empty streets pours a rain
The emptiness in my heart gives rise to a wild pain
But now is does not matter

Does not matter that I hope and I want love
Does not matter that my hopes doomed on destruction

I always look in my reflection in a mirror
It seems to me so lifeless
I on the way to suicide

Last time I stand at a cold old window
An empty street as if my heart

Nobody can keep me alive
Too late for excuses

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