Everywhere I go there is Pain. Everything I touch goes all to hell. It's like pain follows me around. It's stalking every move I do. Lord I know you don't hate but why must you dislike me so much? I look around and all I see is pain. Is there even happieness on Earth that I cannot distroy? Can pain really go away? When I am happy pain is in the background, making me suffer, by threating to come out.
Makayla Straight
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