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get lost, man, you are rotten to the core

but he just stood there, grinning

i am going to do something, you know

grinning he stood there, conscious of his unassailable power

i got afraid and desperate at the same time

i threatened to hit him

i did hit, but he fended

he stood there, superior

again and again i took up the fight

everytime he got up again, grinning

he said nothing then

his eyes spoke

yet in my heart i did not give up

and one time i mustered all my strength


and i destroyed him

he had tortured me so often

it was as if i had lost a dear friend

he had served me like a servant

and i had always been there for him

but not anymore...

Chris Bouter (against the cigaret)

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