Push and push,
rain down the blows,
grind me down,
right into the ground,
even the weakest,
of them all,
they too have a point,
at which they'll break,
do not make,
yourself regret,
your own reactions,
I will hunt you,
down untill I die,
if do not leave,
and never come back,
if you do not leave,
if you touch me,
even one more time.
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