The Pain

The Pain short poem

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Remember to forget,
Forget the pains from your past,
They say, as they always do,
And if may you dare
To lay your soul bare,
You would want to say,
You’re who you’re, as longs as
Your pain lasts.
You’re a kept man,
Your pain is your keeper, and
You’re whole when
Your pain runs deeper.
Perhaps, they understand,
Perhaps, you assume
Them to not to reprimand,
But all they do is,
Smile your way,
While you dare to say,
You’re a kept man, and
Your pain is your keeper.

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