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I have pains. So many aches and pains. I hurt from deep within my soul. I am bruised , battered, and damaged. My heat is black and blue from every heart break, tear, and disappointment. I am broken hollow and missing. My feeling are a fleeting memory behind a force smile. I have pains but maybe someone else's will be less just because they see a small ray of sunshine peaking through their dark clouds with my smile. My head is pounding, feel like it is about to explode because of every bottled up thought, feeling, idea, and simple excruciating pain. My body is so sore most days I don't want to move. I am weary and most days I feel like things are just becoming to much. I just want to feel relief. The pains in my stomach are so great I feel like a knife has just been thrust through me, only it couldn't have because there is no blood, no scar, only a feeling of what it all is. I feel sick and I just want it all to end. I want the pain to go away. I will never feel the weight of this life long pain lift. I am forever plagued with all of my pain, my bruises, and my scars. I have pains and they will never go away. My heart bleeds with my sorrow. My heart wells with the unshed tears of every insult or personal put down, until the moment they over flow. The tears escape when no one can see pouring down my face like a waterfall. I have been cut deep and with every thought I have the knife is pushed in just a little further, killing me a little more each time.