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My Pain Spilled Onto Pages [Poetry]

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#699 in Poetry Before my ink spilled, my pain was inside, now it's on the once white paper, that turned as black as my mind, my innocent self, became a shattered soul, and that shattered soul, was spilled ink on the paper.

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One mistake was all it took,

                          
For me to be hit by all the memories,

                          
I was triggered so easily,

                          
I felt like it was a felony,

                          
My once emotionless face,

                          
Broke into tears,

                          
As I was reminded,

                          
Of all the painful memories,

                          
They came pouring into my mind,

                          
Like a storm,

                          
I wish I didn't have pain,

                          
But you can't have a storm without rain,

                          
And after the rain,

                          
There comes sunshine,

                          
And maybe even a rainbow,

                          
But we all go through the pain,

                          
To get to the happiness.
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