The pain
It hurts
Like a knife in the back
The tears
They soak
Like a flood
The grimaces
They're horrible
Like inside a torture chamber
The yelling
It's loud
Like thunder hitting the sky
The hitting
It stings
Like mosquitos when you're wet
The throbbing
It's constant
Like a broken record
And the love
It's gone
Like those in a cemetery
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