What do you say to someone that asks what is pain?
Do you say it's like the rain?
Washes away, yet leaves a stain?
Or that it's like the snow?
A couple times a year it comes and goes?
Or is it like the grass?
Unless you keep an eye on it, it'll grow, fast.

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Our Own Little Broken Lullaby. (Book One Of The Chloe Murray Series)
PoetryThis is a book of poetry, previously titled "Frustratio Frustrationis"! :)