….Is suffering suffering if it’s unknown to the sufferer, dopamine must be some sort of bufferer, without it escape from life would hit the mind in a plethora; unmerited feelings of euphoria, a chemical imbalance that stops life from totally boring ya, grown tired of life’s emporia, a dark matrix that’s constantly flooring ya, then patching you up for the next take down, it’s nothing you can’t handle, wouldn’t want to disturb your rebound, a life time of sacrifices, praying to Isis during your many crisis, nothing suffices, nor is it supposed to, the pain your mother went through, the suffering you arose to, remember your daughter, she’s a rose to, life’s deflection to take the focus off of you, out of pain it’s life we spew.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Great work. Are you thinking of setting it to some music?!
I haven’t thought of that, good idea; I should start writing with that in mind…
If you do that you might be on to a winner!
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