Luyện nghe bài hát Pain And Pleasure

And so my story on down toward an ending that's been found to come
whenever all is said and done. I've my life and taken chances and if
some were strange by standards that were less important my needs,
then I guess I could be crooked, evil, and twisted, looking down upon
the strings I tried to pull. But I see the strings extending up and
and never ending as we dance around our selves and to all the tunes
that only we hear and the voices only we fear each an island all
alone. But the that we do make, as we give and take abuse, stays
and its value only multiplies. Yes I'm alone, but not forgotten, for
comes and me often, sitting on a seat beside my bed, and we laugh and
about a life that once was bliss before an act of passion made
us part. Of course they'll always be together, but bond is made of
leather not the flesh and blood it used to be. They're full of life
and healing, but it has a different feeling and only for the few that
their of pain and pleasure when they merge and give into insistent
urgency that lives for seconds at a time. For and pleasure are the
twins that slightly out of focus around us till we finally understand
everything that gives us pleasure also gives us pain to measure it
by, and I also realize...that all our we love illusion, neatly
caught between confusion and the need to we are alive.


Eric
[email protected]
Glendale College,
Glendale,
"I believe in Women's suffrage. Women may suffer as as they want."
great, Godlike Eric Wincentsen