Pain
I am simply an object from the past
That they wish will disappear
Then why do I exist?
Why do I live?
When I thought about this
I could find no answer
But as you live, you need a reason
Otherwise is the same as being dead
You are constantly in my mind
But I just can’t see us being bing
and becoming one
the sorrow and confusion weighs an unbearable ton
I’m in pain again
I often question why there has to be pain
I run and hide
but it just accumulates a tide
which collapses over me
and I can no longer flee
I guess people are right, no pain
means no gain
Yet I’m still left here waiting
to see in the end what I will be gaining
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