Albina Barkhudaryan (08/16/1985 / Armenia)
Life isn't so easy like people make it to be, the tears that flow like a never ending sea Happiness for me? Never meant to be.
Useless life, useless dreams, broken hearts, broken me
Such a still world in this breathless life
Feeling of numbness, the pain, the thoughts....
Helplessly I sit here, holding myself tight
Dreaming of what could be, could've been....and STOP
Breathless life, breathless me..... That's all I see.
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