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Pain

pain is hidden not something i share with the world it made me who i am today self concious hurt scared tears i cant be me because of the pain i want to be free but everything that happens adds another hole to my already damaged heart my pain is like acid it burns its toxic bottled up inside stored to keep everyone from seeing its true power im full of toxic waste it runs through veins mind heart leavin a mark wherever it goes always stored my pain never shown kept to myself none knows the real me the me thar hurts inside they all think im happy theyll never know the truth im hurt ill say it but none can feel it my pain never shown it belongs to me it created me pain is who i am PAIN IS WHO I AM

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