Pain...Pain that everyone feels...
Its pain that you can buy from a store.
Pain that costs nickles and dimes.
Pain that we buy daily.
Pain that makes no difference.
Pain...Personal pain...
Its pain that doesnt come from a store.
No this pain means something much more.
Pain that costs flesh and blood.
Pain that for some comes daily.
Others only occasionally.
But for the ones to whom it rears its head daily.
It becomes a pain that you can buy.
A pain that comes from a store.
A pain that they buy daily.
A pain that makes no difference.
Bliss...A numbed body...
Eventually...after cycle after endless cycle of personal pain.
The body goes numb.
To shut out that pain.
Yet the body still feels it and embraces it.
The pain becomes Nicotine.
You need it, to stay numb, to stay in a place where you feel no one can harm you.
This state of numbness becomes an unconcious bliss.
The numb one cannot understand.
That they shall never be the same again.
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