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Pain

Pain was never my friend. He might sit with me for this moment, but in the end he never stay's. The manner in which he comes, is never a welcomed presence. He never knocks, or waits to be invited. I never know when he's coming or going. I push, and I pull, he tug's and he clings with all of his might. He leaves me, burning in agony. Pain was never welcomed company.

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