Pain is tragically beautiful. Sometimes it takes complete control over you. Sitting at the edge of the bed you replay every incidence of what happened with you. You wonder which road led you to this path. You feel the pain in your body and then right into your chest, where if throbs inside the heart and spills it onto your cheeks. Sometimes its like a song on repeat somewhere in your subconscious mind. Sometimes it surprises you in the lonely nights after the full day well spent. Despite all of this you survive. Then the pain nomore remains pain, it becomes an ocassion that you celebrate since you lived it. So it becomes a power that strengthens you in the weakest of the moments.
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