Dynamo
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What you read in my writing
Is not what you get
For there are many things
That I also forget
Like how it was I
Who broke his own heart
And not really the woman
Who tore it apart
I walked on without stopping
Being pulled by a halter
As if I were a cow
Being led to its slaughter
And as she begged and she pleaded
For me to let go
Inside me was a secret
That I only know
You may have guessed it by reading
But if not then you must sit
For all of the torture

Well


I kind of liked it

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