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I don't want you to share with anyone,
Neither with those nor with other.
You all tenderness to give,
And to be your favorite.
 
You call me a wuss,
And fucked up slightly.
And, Yes, I'm a freak,
Once fell in love with a goddamn thing.
 
And what is my fault It is not clear.
Answer do not want to hear!
And obviously I fail. Notably-
To fix it I can't.
 
To listen I wanted you-
Thought can't hear you.
Thank you for the pain and tears.
You don't care about everything and always
 
And I spit, believe me,
The crown will correct slightly.
I have to change,
Your Toyota Corolla - you.