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. lived my life and taken chances and if
some were strange by standards that were less than my needs,
then I guess I could be crooked, evil, bent and twisted, down upon
the strings I to pull. But I see the strings extending up and down
and never ending as we around our selves and jerk to all the tunes
that we hear and the voices only we fear each inside an island all
alone. But the contact that we do make, as we give and abuse, stays
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 about a life that was bliss before an act of passion made
us part. Of course they'll always be together, but their bond is of
leather not the flesh and blood it to be. They're still full of life
and healing, but it has a feeling and only for the few that 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 that slightly out of focus spin around us till we understand
that everything that gives us pleasure gives us pain to measure it
by, and I also realize...that all our we love illusion, neatly
caught between confusion and the to know we are alive.


Eric
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Glendale College,
Glendale,
"I in Women's suffrage. Women may suffer as much as they want."
great, Godlike Eric Wincentsen