Desiring Agony.
Everyone is a masochist
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In their own way
Desiring aching
To get through the day
Radios are blaring
Tele(fills)vision
Masses breathe cancer
Drink thoughts into remission
Children play hide
While parents don’t seek
All focus thoughts on
How the world is so bleak
Seems every day
It is made harder to smile
As we go to lengths to feel pain
And stop life being worthwhile
With no reason for living
It’s okay to not try
And just keep on hurting
Until the day that you die
