I wrote this poem a little while back. It serves as a primer for some thoughts to come about pain.
Some days I wish the pain would end
Some days I dream of a place where I can spend
My time living rather than dying
With my inner spirit soaring, yes flying
But do I truely wish the pain to subsided
After all, that would mean that I have died
Pain is how we know that which is real
Though we may not understand what we feel
Without pain we are merely without feeling
Living a life thats not even worth stealing
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