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My PainYour words stab at my soul, cutting through my bare flesh. Nothing to protect me now, I'm helpless. The roses beneath me have withered and died, from the salt from my tears. I am lying on a bed of thorns. All I feel is pain. I reach my hand out, for you to take. You turn away, as the world eats me up in one bite.My Pain
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