What I learned
Love is to many what pain is to change.
A necessity by flaw, for pain is just that
So I watched and saw and with cupids rage, I roared.
I cursed my blasted fate once more and cried
My story is too common and so is my pain
A drilling sensation a mind-numbing feel
For even hatred, the destroyer of minds
Couldn’t even beat back this pain of mine
I long for those days, those nights I could sleep
A night I could dream, a day I needn’t beg
Pain can break, just as pain can teach.
I’ve been broken, and remain so
But I’m still accepted
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