Pain

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Can you hear it...
       The tears.
       The emotion.
       The screams.
It hurts, doesn't it?
It never goes away.
It lingers like a fungus.
Slowly eating you away.
As it laughs at you.
I know you've felt it, or at least heard of it.
When you are young it feels dim as if a lamp shade is covering it,
but as you grow so do I.

Call me Pain.

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