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Pain is pain like you did not name it.
It's fear. Where fear has no place of love.

... She's just lurking and waiting... One day the pain will come and tear your heart to pieces. No matter what day it is, whatever you do, with whom you will be...

I'm really tired from the pain hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of constantly going somewhere, lonely, abandoned by all. I've never had a friend who would be with me, and said, where are we going and why. I'm tired of people who hate each other. Their thoughts cut me like shards of glass. I'm tired of the fact that often wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of the darkness that surrounds me. But most of all, tired of pain. It is too much. If I could end it, I would want to live. But I can't.

But who knows how long lasts the pain of the loss? If 30, 40 years after the death of a child, or brother or sister you're half asleep to remember a deceased loved one with the same pain, still feel the void from his loss, you can not help feeling that this emptiness will never be filled, even after your death.

What's wrong with me? No matter how many nasty things he says, I hate him. And I'm not in pain... I should not hurt...

When you for a long time, hurt and scared, the fear and pain turn into hatred. And hate changes the world.
(When you're away so much torment, fear and pain become hate and hate changes the world.)

I would not draw tanks and explosions
That later they could teach me.
I'd painted a big sun,
So everyone got at least a small glimmer.
Let me again be that boy,
To draw everything that's supposed to happen.
I would have kept you from fear and pain
So often distort our faces.

Then I met you. At the heart was a lot of emptiness. It can be filled with pain or you. It so happened that it was published second. I didn't know that you, too, will turn into pain. I had no idea that to love means to lose...

So many things I wanted to talk. But I knew that it would hurt him. So I buried it in you, let me be hurt.

Painfully happens not only from the pain.
Scared not only for conscience.

Don't laugh,
But the pain is money
And you're wallet.

Pain is the best weapon when you have nowhere to retreat.

One pain always reduces the other. You step on the cat's tail, which has a toothache, and it will become easier.

Suffering and pain are always obligatory for wide consciousness and deep heart.
Truly great people, I think, should feel the great sadness.