Pain
The worst kind of pain is the pain felt inside the constant fall of rain the point of living is laid aside death haunts my darkest thoughts a shadow lurking there my mind whirls, seemingly distraught although I've ceased to care a sort of numbness only felt by people such as me my soul recedes and concedes to melt help me, help me please The only thing that overrides pain, the torture I endure is pain itself, it will leave me slain just wait, just watch, I'm surePain
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