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Pain.
Pain. Cuts through the core of my soul. Seeking every hidden, secret, cherished place. Blanketing it with darkness, Creating a void. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Cuts through my heart. Seeking every hope, dream, aspiration in life. Draining it of life, love. Creating a void. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Cuts through my life. Seeking every friend, loved one, companion. Making barriers, removing compassion. Creating a void. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Why choose me? Have I not taken on my share? My load? Is there anything left for you to take? I am a void. Pain. Pain.
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