У каждого, наверное, такое бывало,

У каждого, наверное, такое бывало,
что ты каждый день думаешь об одном человеке,
каждый день.
неважно день, ночь или утро. он всегда в твоей голове.
воспоминания, связанные с ним, слова, фразы, взгляды.
все в памяти. от этого ведь не куда не денешься. и вроде бы, все хорошо, но так чертовски не хватает этого человека.
и буквально минуту назад ты смеялся, а сейчас просто задыхаешься от боли. эту боль даже не опишешь словами. и никому ее не покажешь. скрываешь ее под улыбкой. а потом приходишь домой и медленно умираешь внутри. пора все прекратить раз и навсегда.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Everyone probably is used to What do you think about every day, one person, Every day. No matter the day, night or morning. It's always in your head.the memories associated with it, words, phrases, beliefs.all in memory. from this it is no where no escape. and like all good but so damn not enough of this man. and literally a minute ago you laughed, but now just a cough with pain. This pain is not even described in words. and it does not show. hide it under a smile. and then you come home and slowly dying inside. It's time to stop once and for all.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Everyone probably this happened,
you think every day about one person
every day.
no matter the day, night or morning. it is always in your head.
memories associated with it, words, phrases, views.
all in memory. from it's not where you do not get to. and the like, all right, but damn do not have enough of this man.
and just a minute ago you were laughing, but for now just gasp of pain. the pain does not even describe it in words. and no it will not show. hiding it under a smile. and then come home and slowly dying inside. it's time to stop all the time and forever.

Результаты (английский) 3:

For each, I think, such a case,
that you every day think about one man,
each day.
Whatever day, night or morning. It is always in your head then.
memories associated with it, the words, the phrases, the views.
all in memory.From this it is not where parole now. But what would be, all is well, but not enough so devilishly this rights.
And literally one minute ago you stop laughing, and now simply we swept up from pain. the pain had not even had tasted chocolate like words.And no its not marry. writest bitter it under the smile. and then hindsight home and slowly умираешь inside. It is time to stop once and for all.