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Pain

Pain is like constant rain that constantly flows and goes through my veins

Pain is something that was implemented into the ones considered to be different to let people know that we are indifferent

Pain can make us strong or weak
Pain can make us laugh or weep

Pain makes us feel as if in the world, nobody who actually cares is left
Sometimes pain can make us decide our last breath

Pain to me, is not so bad
Pain to me, makes me think about my past

Pain causes me to think about every single second
Pain helps me to hold on to my past so I can be able to succeed in the present

At the end of the day, I have no problem with pain
So let this constant rain flow through my veins
 
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