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Pain Is Pain
14 April, 2005
Author: Mike

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I wake in the morning,
My leg feeling sore.
It heals by bed time
But then I add more.

Red swollen gashes
Up and down my skin.
It hurts so much but feels so good,
Is cutting a sin?

To make maters worse
Are the bruises on my arms.
Caused not by myself
But by another.

So bruise and cut are alike
As both are caused by pain.
Pain that is slowly but surely
Driving me insane!

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