I was once told that there was this place called ‘paradise’

Such an amazing and beautiful place, where there was no pain nor lies

No hate, no anger, no endless enduring

Peacefulness, not misery, not war, no cries of suffering


But little did I know

About all the effects and consequences

I was a child, I took it with naivety, my mind was so slow

So in the end, it ended up as one big mess


You are my torturous escape

My painful paradise

And whoever knew that the paradise that was my fate

Would be my own demise?

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