We writers are narcissistic
because we want people to love
everything we write.

We are also masochistic
because we visit the graveyards from the past
dress the dead with words
and call it poetry!

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I beg you
please don't stop
for pain is
all that I know
the essence
of my existence
the reason
I've to keep going
I believe it's pain
it's real
and so
I plead you
hurt me, please
abuse me, please
I don't know
what to do
if it doesn't hurt
it's difficult
to breathe
if it doesn't hurt
help me
show some mercy
please, I want to live
don't take away
the pain
please, I beg you.

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I've got wooden stakes
stabbed in my eyes,
I don't want to see the truth.

My tears are blood,
I've forgotten how to feel good.

I've turned into masochist
so the pain you give
becomes easier.
I've turned into a monstor,
so I don't have
expections of humanity
from strangers
I meet with friendly smiles.

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Writers are masochists
who love the pleasruable
abuse from pain's pain
which arouses their souls
of emotions,
to set fire to the page.

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Beloved Masochists,

Did you get so hurt you take pleasure from it?
Is the pain so absent you want to feel human?
Or is it just the way you are?

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When there is something that hurts you so sad that it rips your heart out. You just avoid getting in the situation to face it. But a masochist just stands in front of it everyday. It gives them the sweet pleasure of getting hurt each time & again to a point where they become numb & it doesn't hurt anymore. They keep going back to that one person who broke thier trust again and again. They become numb & start shutting everyone & everything out. They keep on calling out the things that hurt them. They pour salt on thier wounds they keeping back to the person who caused them the worst pain, as if letting go of a pain would render thier lives
They recall all the moments discretion and cry so hard that they shiver until the tear dry they keep recalling the moments that caused them pain.

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Masochism is a disease,
A violence

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Let's jUst bE wHo"we rEally aRe!.
Be a niCe hUmaN..
iT aLL fAdEs aWay Iñ tHe.. END

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Insane me,
Thirst for painful pleasure badly,
Screams of satisfaction as you play roughly
Dripping blood, lick it wildly

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I want to be a masochist
and see the highest limit of pain
this sadist world can give to one.

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