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Created on 2004-01-23 03:57:51 (#1976677), last updated 2004-03-22
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Basic Info| Name: | Comoedia |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 12-14 |
| Location: | Moscow, Москва, Russian Federation |
BioWhen I get home it's late at night,
I'm black and bloody from my life,
I haven't time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.
It's well past midnight as I lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason I can see.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
After eating I go out,
People passing by me shout.
I can't stand this agony
Why don't they talk to me?
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
Bud I play to the end this Comoedia (lat.)
I'm black and bloody from my life,
I haven't time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.
It's well past midnight as I lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason I can see.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
After eating I go out,
People passing by me shout.
I can't stand this agony
Why don't they talk to me?
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
Bud I play to the end this Comoedia (lat.)
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80-s, agony, angele's ashes, anomallys, berlin, black & white, contrast, darkness, emily the strange, evanescence, grey days, harry potter, horror, insomnia, lifejournal, looking-glass, los-angeles, moon, moscow, movie, music, night, photos, rainbow, strange things and smiles, to make presents, to receive letters, underground, utopia, vanilla sky, wonderful men, wonderland..
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