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Jan 2019
I can feel the sharp pain that haunts me through out the day. It hurts when i sleep, eat, breathe, laugh, and even just to move. It doesn't hurt when i cry so it easier to give in then to endure. It knocks on every door wanting to be let in as if it demands it, it hurts you over and over, and it comes when you least expect to taint you with something that hurts you the most. That's Pain

I feel invisible daggers slicing me with every move but with no daggers

lava being poured on my neck but no lava

The feeling of being hoisted high but no rope

Its getting worse, its swallowing me whole, it wants me to feel pain
But it is pain I fear the most
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Nisha
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Nisha  22/F/Florida
(22/F/Florida)   
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