You.

By Yurii Tkachenko I lived in your flat.I wore the second hand.You not my enemy.You are not my brother.And not my friend.You are somebody unknown.You are someone else.Forgive my opinion.And what you expect.I don't mind admitting. That you are better.And share yourself.But stay another.Another one spent.A break the rules better.Than be as well.And free your … Continue reading You.