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Glorious Pain


White hot pain envelopes me, how can pain feel so good? 
To submit to the agony of ones torment-- sweet relief, 
I’ve fought against it for as long as I can remember, 
But for the moment I can’t help but give in… 

This is what I want; this is what I need, 
To feel the euphoria of this sweet release, 
Toxic adrenaline-- what I seek, 
Sweet music; my frantic heartbeat. 

The glory of this pain, 
All that I need..

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