Four o'clock in the morning, Marek cannot sleep
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A loud roar is heard over the rooftops, be it a dog or a human
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Our hero, however, has something else on his mind
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He grabbed a joint in his hands and, playing with a knife, is standing on the balcony
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He can jump, he's been thinking about it every day for a week
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He failed his matriculation exam, big hello, but this is the fifth attempt
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The prospect of the future is getting dim
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So he decided to give himself up to sadness, the easiest option
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How the fuck is that possible, he thinks aloud
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Jeb, dummy, moron, dummy, dick, throws a bunch at himself
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Was it fucking worth it to put mediocre entertainment above knowledge and to run away from it
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problem, and pack yourself into a permanent swamp
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Well, cool, goat, he won't do anything about it anymore
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It's time to come to terms with your place, time to find a role
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For now, she prefers a quiet whine over an empty coke bottle
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He is so stoned that the night asks for advice
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And from the vault of the night a quiet voice spreads
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Marek froze like a statue and stands motionless
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The voice becomes loud, the night looks him in the eye
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He begins the dark argument with a gentle whisper
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Good morning, or rather good night |
The face of the moon meets its face for a moment
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He hints with caution: I know it, you are not the first such situation under my eye,
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I saw many who jumped
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Marek gasped, and the herald of the night continued
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Looking straight through his eyes as if it was something important
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I know you and you know me too, so listen carefully, I have some for you
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solution
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A curious look evoked a smile
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What is your goal with all this education
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Do you want to become a barely huge machine, a small part, to finally
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forgotten where your body rots
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I see it badly, you see, I know your insides and I'll admit to you honestly,
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that I adore them immensely
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Like me, you know very well that there are beautiful things in life and none of them are
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permanent
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I know what is in you, I think it's time to give it up
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The world did not give you a chance or power, now will be your chance to seize fate
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in their own claws
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Marek just looked and asked: will you help me to do this?
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The night was dark and deaf
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On the face a smile from ear to ear, the heart skips |
Our hero seems to be looking for something with his eyes
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Walking along the pavement covered with former cylinders and cigarettes
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He hears something out of the corner of his ear
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He notices a crooked step turning into the alley
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The sight does not see any clear glass
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His heart beats even faster, he has found the first target of his expedition
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The gait is quiet but sure as ever
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The young man does not even have a moment to be surprised
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Before the veins burst, although still drunk, he struggles with all his might
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But the teeth are already stuck in his neck
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Around our once-hero, there was a pool of blood
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He howled suddenly, the moon laughed loudly |