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The Pain
Rid me of the pain of this world for I have my own pain to bear
Everytime they look at me it feels I'm burned by their stare
Like I stole one of their limbs or killed the life out of their breath
Everyday they flock at me, wishing for my death
Oh Lord what have I done, to make them feel this bitterness?
I couldn't even remember causing their emptiness
I'm a sailor sailing my own ship like a horse with a blinker
Is it my fault that I was blessed with thought to be deep thinker?
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R. B. Cawis
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