Poem: The pain leaves by Nice
When it scrubs your skin..you feel its wrath,
But then....
Then the PAIN can be killed,
Its so vulnerable....
It can be crushed just the way it crushes through hearts,
It can be subdued and chased away,
When you stand up strong and realize your faults,
When you know exactly where you picked up the wrong vaults,
When you decide to put away the old parts,
When for a new dawn you create new charts,
The PAIN leaves...
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