Pain
I've felt the pain of an orphaned child,
The wounds of a fallen soldier.
Although on my skin you'll see no marks,
Underneath, I still smolder.
For pain is not a scratch;
Not a bruise, or a scrape, or a bump.
Pain is the fire that burns inside
When you try but just can't give up.
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