Pain holds many faces down
Are the people that ignore it innocent?
Is the child that left me confused in the decadent society?
Lonely, they never understood it
Love, is there really such a word?
Pain, the memory
Pain, teachers who ignored it
Insightful and mystic that guy who saw it
Beauty, a woman selling pictures with a smile
Pain, the physical monster he could kill, envelopes him like a blanket
He holds her around him
She gave me a kiss, she put me to sleep, she hated me ... so he loves her
She healed him when she hurt him
Pain
Reminds him
Pain
So real
She is so beautiful
He is pain
He is always there
Poetry is pain
No masks in the shadows
Pain is so gray
Pain made me
Pain left me
Pain in the reflections
Pain still remains ...
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