Why tease desire? Why ignore the feeling which lingers and exists?
Tease yourself in writhing torment, panic yourself with yearning.
Tease yourself in writhing torment, panic yourself with yearning.
Cruel world, I feel joy for you. Bitter reality, you bring me sweet, all-knowing despair.
Sweep me beneath your thrashing waves; crush me with your tapping, impatient feet.
I await my dignity! I encourage my foolishness.
No, you do not understand.
No, you should not pretend to.
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