Online Pain
And thus I thought to myself "Pain. T'is rather bad, forsooth."
Why am I writing this? I don't know.
I think I'll give up, sign off and go.
Why the hell am I speaking in rhyme?
I really will leave for sure this time.
Oh, no! I keeping on writing verse!
This affliction just keeps getting worse,
So I'll stop.
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