Pain
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Pain is something so many people think is only in the outside, something that happened when you fell down the stairs, or you tripped and fell on the concrete. That is true, but it's much more than that.
Pain may seem simple to describe to some people, but to others, it's like reading all the Harry Potter series in a row. Pain to me is feeling hurt, sad, or depressed. Pain to me is something that can be both mental and physical. Pain is something indescribable, no matter how small the problem is.
What's pain to you? A little scratch, or a large wound? A hard question to answer, or demons that are hard to keep out?
What is pain? It's not easy to answer... because there's more that one answer to the endless question.
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