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I feel pain whenever I see those who have boyfriends or girlfriends because I don't have one! But that is behind me and I won't go back to that.

I feel pain whenever I set my eyes on a grave. I wonder which place they had gone to. Heaven or... well you know what I mean. I won't recieve an answer until God chooses to let me into Heaven.

I feel pain whenever I set my eyes on an orphan or abused child. That explains itself.

Pain comes and goes as the days turn to nights. I feel it whisp away into the merciful grasps of sleep.

What I held dear can be blown away to reveal pain and the hurt of not having it.

My heart has been torn in many battles, the pain sill remains. I hurt in the body. I hurt in the mind. I hurt in the spirit.

When I am given the opportunity, I strike at Satan and retreat to God's arms. I avenge the lost pieces of me and gain new.

My heart believes that those who give away the princibles of sin can gain the princibles of God's will. His dream and reality.

Pain is a way of life and death. It is a sacrifice and a will to destroy. It is what you mean it to be. It can be growing in maturity, or growing in the emotions too much. I hear that magic is as real as pain, or pain is as real as magic, but it can be more or less. For magic is not as real as you think it is.