Here I am, your one man circus freak show, having bled out for mother Russia, having desperately tried to get to you, now on top of you with this scourge marks, and you, who used to love me, who was sympathized, internalized, normalized everything, you are not allowed to turn away from me….this is what I am going to look like until the day I die. I can’t get any peace from you ever unless you find away to make peace with this. Make peace with me. Or let me go for good.
