Pain, ever present
Pain, part of the soul
Pain, coursing through the vein
Pain, its rooted in the roots
Pain, blinding to all
Pain, I choose over you
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
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Who is this girl Psychologist mimi
I love to travel, try new foods, ingest caffeine, and watch political news coverage. A psychologist by training trying to bring a little common sense to it all.
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