Pain
(He slaved, he slaved,
he did this his whole life,
Man how he just wanted to get it right,
But he couldn't because of his pain,
He suffered so much with pain,
again and again,
He could never win,
Pain seems like it last forever,
praying the pain gets better,
But even though he gets weak,
He realizes today his pain has ceased!
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