My Pain is a Gift

Here’s some pain
I made it myself
I was going to store it
Put it on the shelf

I’d rather not talk about it
I have a collection
It’s embarrassing
But, for my own protection

I guess I could share, if,
You really want to know
Where it comes from
And what makes it grow

If you keep insisting
I’ll tell you what’s wrong
I’m feeling weak
And I don’t belong

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