When pain gets extreme of one’s hold,
It gives trance,
Makes you experience Joy,
And show what the priority is…
Pain is the individualistic society,
Where you are on your own…
It had been long meeting pain,
I just met him…He was on transference mode.
I helped him,
And endured pain…
Pain responded… You are my best friend..
You make me feel alive…
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
When pain gets extreme of one’s hold,
It gives trance,
Makes you experience Joy,
And show what the priority is…
Pain is the individualistic society,
Where you are on your own…
It had been long meeting pain,
I just met him…He was on transference mode.
I helped him,
And endured pain…
Pain responded… You are my best friend..
You make me feel alive…
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