The Pain Killer
I looked up at the sky
I wounder what life would be like if I died
As I make my cilmb
I felt the pain being blown away
Nothing felt more great as I touch the ladder
that would lead me to a better place
The pain killer is what I called it
no more stress and no more crying
I finally had enough of all this trying
I found my get away, I found my pain killer
~ By: Eva Toth
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