They teach that is how it should be,
Yet it stings better than a bee,
I heard it was predestined that way,
From days far , far , far away,
Far away like Adam and Eve,
And the fairies of the Christmas eve.
It's the pain of my own existence,
Behaving like it's facing resistance,
And has to fight for it's way out ,
Leaving me in misery no doubt,
Does it have to be this excruciating,
Every lunar month,this tormenting?
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