Pain is my greatest teacher.
The promise of pain always means a promise of a reliever.
Pain you have shown my weakness you also shown I struggle.
No matter what people have said to me I will not live in their bubble.
Pain you force down my throat the promise of revenge, I will work hard feel my blood, sweat, and tears. They seem to have no end.
My pain will bring me strength and my pain will be written in pen.
In life I will be happy not like these fools with a camera in every corner that live there life in pretend.
You drew my obstacles clear enough to where I could see them but how do I defeat them
I wonder if you wonder how I get back on my feet?
After being knocked on my ass more times I could count why don't I just take a seat?
And look at my life failures in disbelief.
Your art showed me the beauty of becoming even the tiniest bit better.
Strength and pain bonded together.
The more I try to repress my stress I erupt on things I cannot control and the void is left empty in my chest.
Why I'm looked down upon for my trying, because it's never going to be good enough but to get better over time I will try my best.
Pain paint me well.
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Author:
Dakota (Pseudonym) (
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Pain can be in our lives in many forms but your strength comes through in your words and with that strength you will be able to move on and eventually conquer pain.
Andy
Thank you Andy I appreciate it very much. I also I agree eventually..
Dakota this is much a motivational write - good
Thank very much Amon
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