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A pain that wont go away
A pain that persists.
You can't resist.
A itch you cant scratch
 
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There is nothing you can do. 
You wish for it to be through.
A pain with no match.
There's not a curing patch,
 
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Nights, it's never out of sight.
Days, It does not go away,
This pain is insane.
A freight train in my brain.
A perpetual hurricane.
 
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You go to the doc to talk
It's true,
there's nothing he could do
It makes you blue.
This pain, you are really through.
 
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Nothing he could try.
You in pain, cry, and ask why.
It's course, it needs to run.
Then, it will be done.
There is no cure.
It's hard to endure. 
 
 
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