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Pain

by brian-mclaughlin

We often disdain that which gives us our gain we just won't entertain yes we'd rather abstain holding fast in our brain this lousy dark stain while we're dragged by a train on a chain we call pain if this to you is arcane and you think it inane you might go talk to Sir Gawain maybe he will explain it won't be mundane but will likely drive you insane you see it's a whole new terrain and even odder domain but it's time to restrain and no longer complain about pain
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