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Forgetting The Pain
What is this feeling.
My gut turns.
My insides set ablaze.
Oh how they burn.
A knot in my throat.
And a tear in my eye.
Is this what they call sadness?
Is this what they call remorse?
Is this what they call grief?
But it is only a tiny creature I barely have known.
How could it ever effect me so?
I don't understand why it happens.
But I don't want it no more.
If only I could get rid of it by throwing it out the door.
Please disappear, I beg of you have mercy on the very essence of my soul.
And the next morning I wake it's completely gone.
But only so long as I don't think about it.
poem
by
Ace Of Black Hearts
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