This pain,
it will not cease,
It spreads and grows,
consuming me.
This pain,
is my own,
Not to be shared,
or sanctioned.
This pain,
tears at me,
Slowly destroying.
my mind.
This pain,
you do not see,
lurks within my soul,
beneath the surface.
This pain,
only spreads,
not to vanish,
only to consume.
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