Pain is

Pain, it's something some of us know to well.

Pain of loss.

Pain of gain.

Can not be eluded.

One may try.

One will fall.

One will cease, too great of pain.

An imeasureable amount of pain.

I have tried to hide.

It will work.

For a while.

Life catches up, pain follows.

Makes it so much worse.

Knowing you have lost.

Pain is something I know to well.

This poem is about: 
Me

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