Luyện nghe bài hát Pain And Pleasure

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


Eric
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Community College,
Glendale,
"I believe in Women's suffrage. Women may as much as they want."
-The great, Godlike Eric