I know where the pain has come from.
I remember old advice.
Pain is something I am used to,
Although it isn’t nice.
Pain makes me tired, short tempered,
Less able to smile and withstand,
The jabs from the every day,
The things so out of hand.
I need to shut myself away,
I need to sleep, to rest,
Just to continue to be a human.
This is a long way from my best.
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