Physical, mental, spiritual always moving always shifting and reminds you that your alive. Each day that pass, every hour that goes by, counting the minutes and seconds wishing for it to be over. Greeting you like an old friend, cursing you as an enemy, there to console you as your companion. Wanted, unwanted, earned, unearned pain given, pain taken, pain caused. All feel it pain is life, life is pain wishing for the day to be free from all the pain.
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Author:
mcm36 (
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- Published: March 14th, 2022 15:54
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