repetitionA Poem by Davidgeo.pleasures in time ones blind to the pain they always atrophy our very precious empathy it hollows out our creepy human body into this superficial shell housing a ruined mind bound directly for hell always and, eventually every time... so I guess, the pleasure without the pain it simply does not pay (unless you like that pain, paradoxically...; )
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