Pain

It burns, It slices, It chops and dices,







It freezes, it comes in breezes.







But, even if I try to hide, it will find what's inside.







The hurt, the mar, or the damage, it is there without a bandage.




Deep inside I will survive, but I wonder,' Why am I alive.'





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