I would cut open my top,
and scoop my guts out.
I'd put them on newspaper,
so as to not dirty the table.
I could roll them up
and throw them away.
All the pain I've endured,
taken away with the garbage.
My insides a feast,
for maggots and weeds.
I could then fill my empty shell
with the light of hope
shining through
my carved-on grin.
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It was a pain-filled day.
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Nice take on it. I know how a pain filled day feels. It would be very nice to be able to scoop all the bad stuff out of you and throw it away. Someday maybe future technology will enable it
-Steve-
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