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Jun 2015
Standing on the edge of the roof
staring into the abyss
wishing it eats me
just a leap of faith holds me here

And the weight of virtues
is heavier than vices
and brings me down
I lay on ground

Flight was short
forsaking what is sacred
but it's all worth it
for a peace of mind.
Jan Harak
Written by
Jan Harak  Czech Republic
(Czech Republic)   
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