Just a Thought, Just a Feeling, But Neither With A Purpose
Pain is like a shadow,
like a cloud,
it wavers over us from morning to night, day by day.
Like a portrait,
it captures a moment in time that we wish was replaceable,
we wish that could be reduced,
but it cannot.
We cry that pain like that of the rain hitting our bare skin;
cold, wet, and with no purpose.
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