Pain
In love we find pain
Deep inside each vein
We find pain in life
Due to all of our strife
The reason why some cigarettes are lit
And the loud and screaming every night fit
The reason for the liquid that burns our throats
I wish to be chugging along a silent river
Until that liquid finally reaches my liver
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