Pain

Each and every day that I wake I’m in pain.

Each and every day is exactly the same.

Shower, breakfast, work, TV.

Each and every day, purgatory.

The only days that I look forward to.

Are the days that I get to spend with you.

But they are rare, they’re a long time apart.

And that is the pain that hurts my heart.

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