Pain

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My pain is not the kind you mend with a band-aid.

It is the kind that wakes you up at 4 am in cold sweat.

It is the kind that forcefully enters your mind when you are alone.

It is the kind that makes you scrub a little harder when you bathe.

It is you.

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