What Is Pain? - Poem by Bethany Maxwell
An everlasting blood stain.
What you loose as you begin to mope.
What betrays you as you bein to assend to above.
What you gain as you in in depth.
An endless feeling as you pass from today to tomorrow.
What you leave behind as you become times toy.
What everything leads to.
A figure of your imagination.
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