Pain, that feeling of hurt, discomfort, something I can live without is the very thing I live with everyday. The amount of pain I feel has no limits. This hurt is something I pray, wish, and beg to be taken from me because its unbearable in a sense. You wouldn't be able to look me in the face, but my eyes, my eyes are the magical orbs that show the depths of my soul and many things in my mind and heart that my mouth leaves untold. Some call it a pity party because they can find every reason in the book as to why but no answer is correct as to the source of it. What source, you may ask? I am the source of my pain so why pity myself.... ? I am the one who starts the issues that lead to my downfall and it hurts to get up from it. I hurt from others as well and that's pain I can't help and how bad does it have to be that just when you think it can't get worse, people beyond me make it worse for me?.
However the pain that hurts the most is the most alluring pain I know: Love. Hurts to no end but every time I think I won't suffer more, I hurt yet again. Somethings wont change, I will forever indulge in my past because my past is what made me who I am, so no need in shunning who I am no because of the mistakes I and others have made back then. All I can do is move forward. Yet the pain of moving on is what I can't bear and I won't hurt myself... but it hurts just as bad when others move on from me. That pain, will never leave me
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