Pain is of skin and mind, And many a different kind. Not of disease and emotion piercing us like a knife, Pain is a side effect not of death but life.
The greatest pain is of loss, Doesn't matter if you are a beggar or a boss. As a broken heart, Is an unhealable part. Even time can't heal this affliction, It can only teach us to control the desolation.
Pain takes many tests strange, But it's just a sign that one needs to change.
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