Luyện nghe bài hát Pain And Pleasure

And so my story winds on down toward an ending that's been found to
whenever all is said and done. I've my life and taken chances and if
some were strange by that were less important than my needs,
I guess I could be crooked, evil, bent and twisted, looking down upon
the I tried to pull. But I see the strings extending up and down
and ending as we dance around our selves and jerk to all the tunes
that only we hear and the only we fear each inside an island all
alone. But the contact that we do make, as we give and take abuse,
and its only multiplies. Yes I'm alone, but not forgotten, for each
comes and sees me often, sitting on a beside my bed, and we laugh and
reminisce about a life that once was bliss 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 still full of
and healing, but it has a different feeling and only for the few seek
their sort of pain and pleasure when they and give into insistent
urgency that lives for seconds at a time. For and pleasure are the
twins slightly out of focus spin 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
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Community College,
Glendale,
"I believe in Women's suffrage. Women may suffer as much as want."
-The great, Eric Wincentsen