It hurts, it hurts
Wherever I go
The pain in my chest
Still weights a ton
I thought if I turn away
From the things that pains me
Only to end up
Hurting myself all over again
Oh the pain
It's like the same feeling
When I was hurting
In the past
My heart was hurting
From almost everything
My existence to reality
Is nothing but full of pain and vanity
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POEMS III
Poetry3rd book of poems written by me. Some of the poems are old and possibly most of them are nrewly written.
