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I live in this eternal hell

No sense of feeling at all

I've been labeled as a freak

As someone very strange

I enjoy any form of pain

And I willingly except

Kisses from razor blades, and knives

And anything else that cuts

Yet through this all

Through every single day

I remain here on this earth

In this eternal hell

I could die at anytime

Any week, month, or day

If I choose not to live

I could easily end my life

Pills, gun, rope, razor blade, or knife

Any one would work

But yet I'm still here living

In this eternal hell

Pain is a wonderful thing to feel

At least that's what I think

People always say I'm weird

But without pain or grief

How would I survive this eatrh

And this eternal hell