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Jul 2015
Pain,
It doesn't feel good,
It hurts,
But if the pain hurts us so much why do we keep letting it happen,
Scrolling through our exes pictures,
Watching sad movies,
Making ourselves cry,
Hurting ourselves,
For our own enjoyment,
We make pain for our selves to dissolve the other pains we have in life,
And why?
We'll never know,
Do we like the pain that we get,
Is that why we can't stop making it worse,
Pain is like a drug,
Once we have a little bit of it,
We can't stop ourselves from drowning ourselves in it,
Us, as human beings,
Are addicted,
To pain.
Claire Walters
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Claire Walters  23/F/Pennsylvania
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