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Should you ever fall? I think
The world will fall down dead. It does every day. Somehow it Keeps going, time after time. Bust. The world beats the innocent Girl. Spiteful hurt, no remorse, Resurgence of confident feelings, Evil feelings. He’ll beat you when Your walking away. Knock your Shit-faced body down some steps; Give him some satisfaction as your Face breaks; your unknown child’s Crying is silenced. Stomach squash; His tasty dish. Bastard, that bastard. He’ll grin, as he sees the bloody corpse… The bloody corpse… die, and pass Away. You. Come back! Come back! Slice his head off; a distraught system Of repressing dreams. He will always Be out… out in the night. A spattering Of rain on the window. His illumined face. Gone… in an instant. And Back.
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