The seas couldn't drown it,
the skies couldn't swallow it.

I tried hiding in a bed or roses,
But I felt it.

I tried depressing in an infant's giggle,
But I felt it.

I tried disappearing in the worldly crowd,
But I felt it.

I tried dissociating in the dead's numbness,
But I felt it.

I tried striving in a soldier's pride,
But I felt it.

I tried peaking in a prostitute's moans,
But I felt it.

I tried breezing in the Autumn's breeze,
But I felt it.

I tried falling in the criminal's path,
But I felt it.

I tried looking inside a mother's pride,
But I felt it.

I tried diving in the envied's eyes,
But I felt it.

I tried diminishing in the proudy's denial,
But I felt it.

I tried dancing in the first rain,
But I felt it.

I tried sneaking in the billionare's wealth,
But I felt it.

I tried adjusting in the lusty's curls,
But I felt it.

I tried slaying in the daughter's betrayal,
But I felt it.

I tried examining a happy married's life,
But I felt it.

The pain is there,
the pain is real.

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