i
wish pain sounded as beautiful as they make it sound in poetries
They say pain becomes art but they never tell you it still hurts
Pain is a beautiful prostitute who works down the street
Pain is her every tear that is shed behind the closed door
Pain is her feeding her kids with a smile not trying to remember how she was laid last night.
No less than a slave yet she was brave
Pain is the way she kept pleading but they left her bleeding
Pain is what i see in her eyes as she walks by my side
Every time i look at her she looks more pretty than last night
🧚♀
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