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The Pain Goes On
I'm so glad that his sad excuse for pain,
Is recognized and he gets some sort of pity,
As I have dealt with his shit and walked in the rain,
As my tears combine with the rain in the downpour as I stroll through the city.
Strangers don't achknowledge me or ask what is wrong,
As I walk alone with my bloodshot eyes,
I arrive home in a time period that seems not too long,
As I try to hide the fact that all I did in the last few hours was cry.
How ever long I decide to live,
The pain goes on.
