Jul 31, 2021
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My Pain Went Up as Smoke
When we living in a civilized society think of the pain of the deprived — our pain looks like smoke
Memories are that remain
They are painful sometimes.
No one caused them, I know.
Mom and Dad went on time.
Friend left to run their lives.
Everything changed in days.
Change is the law of nature.
I wept alone many times.
Yet one night, I thought
What did I…
