Pain is But a Game

Pain is but a Game. We don't know how to live if it wasn't for pain.
It's how we create our path, we don't know where to go until we've gone where pain had followed.
With every step the pain we have gathered in the years follows but we keep walking by thinking grass is always greener on the other side.
We have grass but it has died so we walk trying to bring it back to life.
That's how pain is a game, we play trying to beat it and bring back our green grass.
People who nothing but pain and violence only finds pain and violence, they never see a greener grass just their dead grass.
There's still fight left in them but the grass gets farther and farther from then.
Until they begin to run and soon the hope of winning the game against pain gets stronger until they find themselves on a new path ready to win.

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