Pain Killer

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I’ve built a very thick wall,
Put on a mask and wore suit of armor.
I’ve hided my heart, buried it in a really deep place I didn’t remember it existed.

Yet, still…those weren’t enough.

I’ve been getting knocked very hard, very hurt.
I’ve been getting smashed so many times I don’t know how to survive this battle.

Mom, I need a pain killer.
I need a pain killer to keep me sane,
I need a pain killer to light the solitude that haunts me every night.
Mom, I am injured.
I am injured pretty bad I don’t know how to survive this gamble.
I thought I’ve prepared but by the end of the day those scary things come and stay.
They won’t go away.

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Find de lesson already?
I hope so.
thanks for the comment anyway :D

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