It's Pure Torment

What does it take
To see your name in highlites?

What does it take
To call them your nights?

The suffering of not knowing
Is the reality now showing

Through obscurity into fame
It will never be the same

It's pure torment.


by White Tiger

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Wherein it finds a joy above the rest: But these particulars are not my measure; All these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me,
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