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The Pain

Each Day I Die A Litle More Inside
Running From My Existence,
Trying To Hide...

Nowhere Can I Find
Just Moments Of Peace...

Silly Me Thinking That
The Drama Would Cease...

Turbulent Is What
I Would Say
To Describe My Life...

Missing The Feeling Of
Cold Steel As I Stare
At The Knife...

Just One Little Slash
And I Will Be Just Right
As Rain So I Can Find
My Focus Hidden
Beneath The Pain...

That First Burning
Sensation Grips Me Tight...

To Be Continued...