Pain
I brace myself for the coming blow.
Laughter and joy, I embrace.
Success and fortune, I chase.
Pain and anguish, I erase.
But that’s not the case.
But still, I am wounded.
Laughter fades, and joy subsides,
Success and fortune are both lies.
Pain is real and ceaseless,
Pain can guide and teach us,
Pain is not a weakness.
i am in pain
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