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Pain begats pain begats mo pain series, succession. string, sequence -a chain I'd like to pretend that I was surprised but I cannot feign -ignorance woven intricately into the fabric that is me -it courses through my veins I realize that it sounds inane maybe even a little insane but it is what it is and what it is -is a stain It's so hard to abstain from feeling and inflicting this pain this same pain that's been ingrained from the generations before -they opened that door and lacked the knowledge or strength to obtain the necessary tools to annihilate and decimate the entrance into things that would devastate, level and obliterate their children and their children and their children and -my children On my campaign to feel less pain I entertain the demons Mary Jane and ******* In my inebriated state, I was unable to ascertain the damage that I'd added to my heart and brain Nothing eased the pain or the shame All that I had left was the pain the pain the pain So, there I stood beating my chest and screaming toward heaven ...praying for rain...
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
Praying For Rain
Pain begats pain begats mo pain series, succession. string, sequence -a chain I'd like to pretend that I was surprised but I cannot feign -ignorance woven intricately into the fabric that is me -it courses through my veins I realize that it sounds inane maybe even a little insane but it is what it is and what it is -is a stain It's so hard to abstain from feeling and inflicting this pain this same pain that's been ingrained from the generations before -they opened that door and lacked the knowledge or strength to obtain the necessary tools to annihilate and decimate the entrance into things that would devastate, level and obliterate their children and their children and their children and -my children On my campaign to feel less pain I entertain the demons Mary Jane and ******* In my inebriated state, I was unable to ascertain the damage that I'd added to my heart and brain Nothing eased the pain or the shame All that I had left was the pain the pain the pain So, there I stood beating my chest and screaming toward heaven ...praying for rain...
KiCo
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42/F/Georgia
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
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