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Apr 2019
By. Lauren

The feeling of pain.
The spinning of a room.
The collapsing of all that was once calm.
Pain engulfs the receiver
Causing a scream.
The transportation of doom through the once peaceful spinal cord.
Pain comes in many forms.
The tolerable,
The torture,
The needed,
And the long doomed killing.
Without pain some would not feel real.
With pain there's just want to be
Dead.
Lauren
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