That Old Friend
Pain came to me like an old friend
Opened his arms to embrace my ever so beating heart
Some fear his presence but I am a bulls eye while he is the dart
He bends and twists my point of view
He pushes me to build walls for the world to see
Those walls protect
For suffering never leaves
Like an old friend
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