I remember every pin prick of pain that tribulations have caused
And pin prick after pin prick soon builds up to a great affliction
I am wounded, but my skin is intact and nothing looks moved
Life goes easy on me, when i'm passed out
Sleep brings dreams, Consiousness brings memories
But gin naps cause no suffering at all
Maybe they can save me
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