pain
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from the tomb of despair…
when the tears are shed and the pain abates, I can trust you enough to lead you to the tomb of all the past pains
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Grief never dies
a hole the size of you
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The fight called life
When faced with the pain of not being able to exist anymore, what would you choose?
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Am I what I do?
I am more than what I have and what I do, so love me for who I am
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Hanging in there
I felt seen and heard, and I decided to live.
Quill Gone Mad 