pain
Pain
Oh how it hurts my brain
Makes me insane
All in vain
Mind crushed like grain
Hit
Unfit
Spit out like a pit
Hurts so much you gotta sit
Throwing a fit
Torch unlit
Lost every unit
But it’ll stop
Think atop
You’ll be on top
Just believe
You’ll be relieved
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