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It's like a fire that won't burn out of sight
A constant ache deep within my soul
Stealing all my peace, taking its toll

My heart's a battlefield, constantly warring
With a pain that's relentless and soaring
An unending storm that never ceases
A hundred blows that never releases

Like a wound that refuses to heal
The pain's a thorn that I cannot feel
No hope, just endless agony
A curse that's consuming all of me.

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