I don't know what pain is.You don't know what pain is.Nobody actually knows it.Pain is deep,pain is sharp.Pain is something that no shield can deal with.Everything is painful for the weak.The real pain,the real nightmares only follow the strong.Strong one lives with the pain inside him.He conceals it.When he is alone with himself,he tries to cry.But he can't.There are no left tears in his eyes.Blood doesn't disgust him anymore.His eyes starts to bleed because of tearless.
When he looks at people,to the weaks,he sees nothing.Because weaks have shown all the pain they feel from the outside.In the inside there's nothing but emptiness.Just emptiness.The strong is quiet.He just listens what people tell.They are funny.Not because of their sense of humour.They are funny because they don't know anything.The strong even laughs at them.
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