Pain
Pain, what does it do or what is it for,
Is it there on hard days to keep you from leaving through the door,
Why does it cause your body to cease up and ache,
Forcing you to find that bottle which contents you take,
It builds and builds becoming terrible,
Until finally its grown completely unbearable,
You wish and wish for it to recess from your head,
Not knowing if by tomorrow you'll be curled up and dead
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