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söndag 7 februari 2010 bild 5/7
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I need someone to beat, kick, drink your head off.
But then the police and take me. What have I to blame?
"my wife begged for it."
I fall headlong to the ground and
feel the cold metal against my skin. Feel like a loser.
My wife gape and strike me until the police car,
taking up his finger and shout "FUCK YOU"
it's been 10 years and every morning, minute, second
I hear my wife to repeat those words.
I wish I could fix everything but it just becomes entangled.
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU. A little devil on my shoulder, laughing.
I feel an unpleasant sensation, do not know what I'm going to do.
It hurts, as if the knife touches my back.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, I hear. I get mad.
Forgive me my love. Drinking has control over me.
I need you now by my side.
My wife says: Fuck you.
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