The pain has no measurement ,
Pain that hath to be the measurement of life ,
Agony rupture the heart out ,
Anguish tenderness turned into the misery of mind ,
Spirit alway the one to be cursed between the battle of tenderly anguish and miserable mind ,
Dear life Thoust agony is formidable that rupture the tranquility of heart .
These never ending miserable battles have no end ,
They're the agony suffered in day dreamings , nightmares , imaginations and a parallel universe of human mind that is subconscious world of its own .
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