Pain

February 11, 2009
By thatguyyouthinkyouknow BRONZE, Kansas City, Missouri
thatguyyouthinkyouknow BRONZE, Kansas City, Missouri
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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.'


The author's comments:
Um... I typed this up right after I typed up Rain. I'm not that proud of this one but I still hope it gets published.

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