Let me suffer and come clean,
Let me confess through my skin, through the pores,
Break through the bad dream.
Suffer for purity, for love, for compassion,
Suffer to feel, to sense, to know,
And be wise, as you once were,
Before you had ever heard of wisdom.
This pain you complain of
Is the laughter of the gods,
This pain means you are human.
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