Pain
I'm not here to boast,
but I'm not like most:
when you reveal yourself to me,
society fills with fear,
yet I'm still here
responding full of glee.
They all try to shy away,
I only give you gratitude
without a sign of attitude;
'Cause without yoy pain,
ther's nothing to gain.
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