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dreams of thunder
If all my pain can come to one spot
Stay there
And don't move
Until I say you can move
Then I wield the mighty power of thunder
Hit my pain
Crush it
Burn it
Fucking roast it
Let the pain sizzle away
In smoke
see if I care.
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Comment by: - 2007-11-01 01:15
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Mmmm, pain, yes, through this we know we are truly alive.
Respect,
The Freakshow |
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Comment by: Teri - 2006-09-11 19:49
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| Wonderful! I get migraines, and you've described what I wish I could do and you do it very well. I love the fourth line from the bottom because as much as I try not to curse, that is the perfect way to describe what I feel sometimes. :) Nice work. |
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If only we could get rid of pain that easy, Midah. We live for dreams of easing the pain but the only way to relieve them these days are through chemicals administered at the bar, pharmacy or through the love of someone special. Sometimes the physical pain heals but the mental pain is with us forever.
Paul :D |
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Comment by: foxfyre - 2006-09-10 17:00
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| this grabbed my attention from the very title. short, but unmistakably strong in it's point. |
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