LET THE SHARPNESS OF A BLADE, SLIDE ON MY THINNEST VEIN


Let the sharpness of a blade
Slide on my thinnest vein.
Cut my throat to speak no words,
A wagon of a meaningless train.

Take a gun and shoot myself,
No one hurts more than myself.
Tell myself what makes me safe,
No one trusts more than myself.

შეგიძლიათ გააზიაროთ მასალა, თუ მიუთითებთ ავტორს.

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