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Real Pain
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
