You pain me.

Yet you do it unknowingly.

And that pains me more.

Or do you do it knowingly ?

Doesn’t matter, for it still pains me.

It pains me so much…that the pain makes me want to pain you.

And it pains me that I want to pain you.

Yet if I do pain you, I pain more.

For pain in you, pains me.

And it pains that I pain for you when you pain.

And it pains me that pain in me doesn’t pain you.

And it pains me more to think that you can pain me.

And more that I can’t pain you.

And even more that I try to pain you.

And very much more that you still don’t pain after I try to pain you.

But I pain most when you don’t realize I go through so much, so much pain for you.

Yet you still don’t pain for me.

And that pains.

You pain me.

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