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The more I breathe,
The heavier my lungs,
Fills with pain molecules.
The pain of every dying cell,
The pain of frozen words,
The pain of life without darkness,
The pain of lessons without failure,
The pain of Identity; Unknown
The pain of the end; prophesied.
The pain of the painless happiness.
I feel pain in my biology
That strengthens my psychology.
I breathe pain which is purified and flown inside my body.
I am pain, every pain has a story!
I find a part of me live silence
And other in sounds.
I am a part of this majestic duality.
Sometimes in the tranquillity of intuitions,
The silence of fragmented words
The silence of inquisitiveness,
The silence of ultrasonic interpretations of thoughts.
Sometimes in the chaos of my words.
Sounds of pain flowing,
Sounds of self-interrogation,
Sounds of self approaching sessions.
Somewhere in between the magical chaos
I love the Silence and Sound between
My words and dilemma.
I see the pain in silence and in horror.
Pain is pushed,
Silence is manipulative.
I find pain and silence
To be the reason for the sounds of my words.
I am a voice to the voiceless intuitions
I am silent to the pain, indigenous.
I am made up of pain to realize rapture!
I am pain, my story is to value rapture;
Because I am pain silent as well as horrific!