Pain
The fealing of hurt and desertion is something i am oh to familiar with
Some people claim i over react as through i'm lying or making up a myth,
but this is no joke. The pain is real and hurts like a wound aided with acid
But oh the truth there is, that the pain like the night is only passive.
One day He will come again to make all things new
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