Only pain wakes me from this hell.
Pain pushes me to hide myself.
Pain will be there when everything else fails.
Pain is the only thing that will ever be real.
If you take away pain you take away sence.
If you take away pain there would be no past tense.
For every scar there is a story,
It could sad, horrific or funny.
But every pain we have we know we are real.
And that death has not yet overcome us.
~By. Taylor Jayna ♥
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PoetryA collection of all my works. Ranging from happy, sad, and poetry going with books.
