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Pain

The deep ache withing my breast

Burns with a fierceness in the face of hatred.

I feel the breath of discontent

As it fills my nostrils.

Like sulfur, choking me.

I will not play the games you wish.

And for that, I am to pay.

That my blood were enough

But you covet my existence.

Not because you are jealous,

But because you hate.

You long to possess.

And I will not yield.

I look at all you have

And for you it is not enough.

So I suffer.

But I do so with a joy,

That you can not crush.

And when the days draw dark,

You will limp your way into shadows.

I, despite my pain, shall march

Boldy into the light.

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