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Lovely Pain
Savages,
Like wolves to the carcass they run.
Narling there teeth,
Howling like the beasts they are,
Yet there is something beautiful to them.
For it's the danger we crave
The evil within the soul;
The very hurt we experience,
Is what always keeps us coming back.
Back for more,
We are tought that with love,
Comes pain...
What a sick thought
A disgusting trend placed upon this world.
Yet very few of us try to break free
To end the pain.
Break the habit
To actually discover more
More than our worlds ideal of love
To venture beyond.
What if?
