Line. Without you (№ 12872)

Having lived not much, not enough, and I understand it's just turns, and only me to decide how long they will last this line... Yes, I know, not subject to fate, she's like a river: I will not pave the course, I ask the speed, punching wall space... and no matter how much I gave God, I'm going to take all of her illness, all the joy... and let there be no absolute happiness, I know, I even remember clearly every second of that gave me joy, the fire of life inside exploded, and I will not be offended from shock... deadly let it be, happy is he who is unconscious... I'm proud that I knew this feeling when you gave love without a trace...