Pain
There is always a struggle
Everyone fighting their demons
This is the kind of war which you don’t take sides
The fence is always there to sit on
A shoulder to lean on is not a big deal
The condition of the shoulder matters a lot
For a blind can’t lead a deaf
The vice versa is true
Pain is just a portion
It should be handled with caution
Not that it is communicable
It spreads slowly killing the victim; it is poison
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