Pain me, and I will cause you to dream of never having me pained.
March 2, 2016
Potatoes alone stuck in the woods,
With the whispers of trees as your only company,
The I hate you lurking over,
The jolts of pain locked in your leg,
The lonesome nights end to end
The intense moon as your only light,
To find your way out of the dark,
Look for the pain,
As YOU is your friend,
Your lostness will soon come to an end.
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