Not zhelaniya don’t want to sm… (Nastya Pin)

Not zhelaniya don’t want to smoke out the window, catching your look of casual indifference, all thoughts are put in another pile, suffering forever with delusions of grandeur. I don’t want to erase you from the past and know that I’m damn independent; I don’t want to shout: “good!” and send you to hell (of course mentally). And there is no desire to breathe But, it is necessary to close eyes, drawn all their weaknesses. I know — not wishes come true They’re just useless and tired.