Creek [Theme] Page 4

There is no further up the two of us not to climb down!
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How would God please and not offend demons!?
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His loneliness is the cry of an ove to the whisper of the stars.

True, like a short blanket under which your feet are always freezing. No matter how you pull it, it is still not enough. From the minute we are born into the world, until the moment we die, it only covers our face, distorted by screaming, moaning, sobbing.

- I'm glad I no longer heard the screams.
- I'm afraid to cry no more...

Shcherbakov*depicts the cry during sex*: Ahh!
Kostyushkin: What do you like pig-it is yelled?
Shcherbakov: who do you Tr*Hal?

Childbirth is the only time we are allowed to shout, so use it.

A desperate cry of silence - forced to shudder the silent void!

Is the child to be born, as he cries loudly. He was crying from the pain. And his scream is already a rebellion, and rebellion is a rejection of something. That's why the child begins to live only for the day of his birth, and not in the womb, according to some scientists.

When you cry - there is no desire to improve.

People screaming, if they do not have the vocabulary to say what you want, in a whisper.

No proof for the false accusation
Tied to the stake, no hope of escape
I stand alone and embrace my fiery fate
But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction.




There is no evidence of this false accusation
I'm tied to the post, there is no hope for salvation.
I stand alone, hugging her fiery fate,
But I will not cry, I will not give them the satisfaction.

They do not shout, do not make trouble, they are!

Man behaves like any animal, and he is quiet in his weakness or in the throat not to jump, and the scream takes out of fear. Pretense - from fault-finding and perebarschivat people.

I'm not familiar with this house. I've never heard of its existence. Nature well-tried with hiding from the world. I ponder who would live there. Sometimes I notice the lights burning in the Windows of the house. Sometimes a passing shadow. The acquisitions carried out by the wild surroundings, can not be accidental. Could this be a goal? Can this... house to seek anonymity and secrecy from the rest of the world? I'm not in tune with this place. I believe I heard crying and screams coming from him. But my mind is clouded, and my ears not to be trusted. Or is it worth it?

They torment us in the night, every cry leaving scars in our heads.