You pain me.

Yet you do it unknowingly.

And that pains me more.

Or do you do it knowingly ?

Doesn�t matter, for it still pains me.

It pains me so much�that the pain makes me want to pain you.

And it pains me that I want to pain you.

Yet if I do pain you, I pain more.

For pain in you, pains me.

And it pains that I pain for you when you pain.

And it pains me that pain in me doesn�t pain you.

And it pains me more to think that you can pain me.

And more that I can�t pain you.

And even more that I try to pain you.

And very much more that you still don�t pain after I try to pain you.

But I pain most when you don�t realize I go through so much, so much pain for you.

Yet you still don�t pain for me.

And that pains.

You pain me.

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