What’s wrong with you

Pain is a flooded river running through my house

Pain is a storm that blows off my roof

Pain is a bite from an invisible lion

Pain makes a wound which never heals

but you don’t have to pick it and rip your own flesh

Pailn brings forth children

If it’s a bullet it’s death

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