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|True Pain (standard:poetry, 236 words)|
|Author: cracker11||Added: Dec 30 2009||Views/Reads: 1229/718||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I wrote this when my best friend got kicked out of their house. She was only 13. She had to go to Tampa to live with her dad.|
When your finally happy, Content at the least, With your life, With the world, With reality. It slowly rips all of the Happiness from you. Crushing all the buds That could bloom into happiness. Peeling off your skin, Gauging out your eyes, Slicing off your ears. So that you cannot Hear or see anything. Sewing together your lips, In an “x” formation, So that you cannot Speak ever again. It breaks every bone, Small or large, In your damned body. Beating you, Until you are completely Black and blue. Chopping you into Tiny, fine dices of meat. Drenching you in Boiling hot water To make a Bloody ass mess. You are Glad that it is Finally all over. But remember reality? Yeah, it tells you that The true pain Hasn't even started. Reality is always right. Click here to read the rest of this story (53 more lines)
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