Unbearable Pain
The pain, O mother the pain I suffer
What have I to do with it?
Except to tell you, it is unbearable,
I cannot get rid of it.
You gave me the will to live,
Which I like but
When you cannot cause pain to me
Why do I suffer pain not meant for me?
Tell me! Why then should I live?
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