Pain can be many things

It can be heart breaking

Pain can be a cold, gritty, prickly, mass that is stuck inside of you

It can make you stronger

Pain can tear you down

It can not be controlled

Pain can not be overcomed

It tastes bitter and rotten

Pain can make you feel disgusted, wrathful, and even suicidal

It grows when people feel it

Pain is like death

It is a dead end

The End

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