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You don't know what real

pain is until you stay up all

night crying, your hand over

your mouth, trying not to

make a sound, while you feel

your heart breaking inside you.

The tears fall silently onto

your pillow, each one

carrying words you can't say

out loud, emotions you don't

know how to release.

You place a hand over your

chest or your stomach,

trying to calm the ache,

because it hurts like hell.

That kind of pain is real