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Nov 2016
Do I like pain? Not at all.

Pain is always forcing itself upon me, you... us.
Pain is a wretched thing, with venom, fangs, constricting muscles; not at all unlike a serpent.

It lies in wait for you to unexpectedly tread along it's path and then it strikes you and leaves you crippled.

Yes, pain can be a lesson. Often times a good lesson. But how many times has it crept upon unsuspecting prey, coiling itself around a throat until no breath comes from it anymore? Pain is vicious and cold, an adversary that cannot be overcome...

...I live with it every day and night.
Written 3 January 2016
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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