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As I lay awake late at night,

Thinking about pain, I cry,

Longing for the feel of comfort,

A breaking bone, a shattering punch,

All I can think of is PAIN,

I long so much for a fight,

Or a hit, I aggravate my friend,

The feel of her fist on my rib,

A wave of pleasure as it cracks,

Knowing im hurt, I strike back,

My finger breaking as it collides with her,

Another wave and then I pass out,

Waking up to her looking at me,

Saying shes sorry, its ok, its my fault,

Then I remember the fight and the pain,

My ribs ache and my finger, crying,

I slowly move, Closing my eyes,

Its wonderful, I longed too long for this,

So long I waited, wanting the pain,

Feeling her arm around me tenderly,

Still crying from the pain, shivering,

Holding each others sore parts, we grin,

We both wanted this, we both did,

Looking at each other we smile with pain.