Torment Unlearned

Are you tired of wounding yourself,
Oh, lost little one?

Do you weary of your quest,
Your endless pursuit of pain?

Do you long to disregard all aims,
But that of peace and tender joy?

Take my hand,
And together let us leave this forsaken cell.

Listen to me,
And I'll guard you from vicious degradation.

Grow with me,
And we can both be free.

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