1: It goes away.
it really does i swear.
you wont think about it.
wont have to feel it.
hell you probably wont even remember.
2: Really?
You mean it?
1: Yeah I swear.
Would i lie to you?
2: Well i guess not.
and what harm could one little needle do?
And thats how it all begins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem