I'm different now...Is age the reason, or is it from the time, with marks the face marked? And, perhaps, life experience gained over the years, it slowly changes the human soul and the body. Today it's like I'm different...I can't hide the thorns. And it doesn't matter that some people turn their backs on me angrily. But true to myself, I sleep peacefully at night, the omnipotent truth as soon as I say it in my eyes. Without a drop of doubt, the heart immediately feels hypocrisy, meanness, lies and insidious traitor. Wounded to blood by another stupid mistake, even after a blow to the waist, I still stand up. Am I firmer or have I become stronger...? But every last day I send as the last. I was spit on, I stumbled, but I didn't fall on my back. And I no longer pay the public opinion tax...
