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by kelly gross   Jan 12, 2007


The pain that is here is the pain that is dear.
It's the things that are deep.
Are they the things that keep you in insanity?
Unfortunately you see what is not of reality,
but what your subconscious has in store.
Remember your life is but an everlasting bore.
Love what you can but hate what you want.
Is it just a disease?
Guess our knowledge is to be.
So hold on to the pain and learn from the sane.

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