A young boy has a fear of pain
Yet his ambition pulls in vain
To try and make him end it all
Be it noose, knife, train or fall
But he just can't bring himself to do
The one thing that he wishes to
So he thinks of pain in this context:
One short burst, or one long stretch.
And suddenly it's all so clear
He's completely conquered all his fears
Finally, the boy is free!
But, unfortunately, the boy's not me.
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