Pain
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Slowly kills,
with such devious skills,
Like a wound that won't heal,
It's alive within,
If I could,
find a way; I'd seal-
This nerving pain.
It burns,
Strains,
Scours,
Preys,
Devours.
I'm now deranged.
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A / N : Thanks for reading :)
Pain is despicable though:/ be it loss, heart ache,
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