Their Pain
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Ongoing9m
Last published Wed, Aug 31, 2016
The Pain the Pain is the only thing he knew it consumed him like the veil of darkness around him. The feeling of the Cain on his skin, a knife drawing out the warm red liquid from his veins, he liked the Pain the Pain was real,the pain made him feel and he didn't felt anything in a long time.
But pain was there to comfort him in the lonely nights with no one around and he was mostly alone so the Pain was loyal friend looking out for him taking care of him....
The Pain helped him but also took the pieces of his dark damaged soul day by day piece by piece inch by inch until there was nothing left or so he hoped so...
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