I've seen you suffer
Of happiness
That which is
Temporary
A pregancy
With no descendant
You carry it around
And it weights
On you
A price to pay
For your actions
You wish
Time could be
Reversed
Over and over
Again
Like a wolf's fangs
Bitting
Sinking
Harder in your leg
And now
You bleed
But it's only temporary
You wait
For the moment
To get high again
Even when
The pain is unbereable...
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