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Dec 2014
Twisting...
Turning...
Pushing...
Pulling...
It tears me apart,
I can't hold on.

Why does it have to be like this?
I thought I found heaven,
but it tastes like hell.
I still believe,
I do
in you...

You,
always on the edge?
Can't you see me down bellow?
I am the roaring sea,
breaking against your cliff,
can't you see or hear?

Always on the edge,
too scared to leap,
too scared to leave,
but what should I do?
I want to go, but I know I can't,
so I will stay, until you throw me away.

See? I am stupid,
like dog with no dignity,
So hurt me, beat me down,
have no mercy!
Even then, like the dog I am,
I will return hiding my tail.

**** me, if you can,
it would be the kindest deed,
no more sorrow, for *** like me.
Nothing good in the future for me,
just past playing on repeat.
So, **** me, please.
Jan Harak
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Jan Harak  Czech Republic
(Czech Republic)   
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