Pain
Pain is a stain that becomes the bane On the existence of the mundane train Of a person's life. Pain is an ache that leaves one awake In the thicket hours of the restless night. Pain is ruthless, sometimes leaves one clueless, As it plays with their fragile minds. Pain makes you break, gives you much more than you can take, and is a reason for contemplation Of the ending of one's own life. - Khalidah Gloudon & S.A
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