Pain
Pain and boredom are my best friends from how i feel it'll never end
I hate this feeling deep inside it bites and claws untill i hide
My life is a constant stream of crap perhaps it's time for a forever nap
The light inside died long ago killed by a mighty woe
This well of darkness is my home for years in my mind I've been alone
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