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No More Pain
this pain i suffer,
is worser than prison,
not much time off,
no matter how good i am,
at times i wonder,
will i ever get a break?
from this place call life,
that i can't really stand,
fighting through,
the pain and suffering,
is rough,
not a day goes by,
that all i want to do cry,
for a life i can't have right now,
that's all i want,
is to have fun and to be me,
or close to who i was,
but, life don't happen that way,
i quess that why i'm hear to say,
will this pain ever go away to let me live my life?
3-9-09
poem
by
Mona Martinez
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