Pain
Pain of the soul,pain of the heart,pain is divine and so is the cost.
Pain comes from the deepest,darkness,shadowest form of life,sometimes
once,sometimes twice.
Is this the mine of grief which no one knows,or is this satin who's angers
untold.
We face it,live it,taste it. We feel it's grasp when everythings wrong,we taste its' power when our loveones gone.
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