The Pain's Nature Every Where


I know as a human my self

I know that I have the bad and my beauty

I know about the weak and my strength

I know that so far I've walked in the jungle of pain

Yeah, it is really hard to defend my self against the pain

They are like thousands of hungry lions get ready around

and the the worst nature of theirs is here, ready to take action

one or two, even much more may strike directly

maybe for an hour or two, but often want to stay longer

It is like a type of hit and run

It comes and hit, and run whenever it likes, with only one aim to harm on ...!

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