It might be because pain makes me feel things.
It might be because I can’t explain pain.
It might be because I can’t deny pain.
It might be because pain is unmistakable.
It might be because I can’t hide form pain.
It might be one of a thousand things, but pain is a spark.
Pain was my beginning. Pain will be my end.
Pain always smacks me hard enough to wake up.
Pain is another way to say, “Stop monkeying around”.
Pain is a way to say, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
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