Life Is PainA Poem by The Rose That Grew From ConcreteLife is a form of turture Yes it is no one can express how it feels but every day here brings more proof aint nothin left here but bag of broken bones Not a heart or a brain they even took my soul its a wonder ive lasted as long as i have but for one last truth i spend my breath to tell you LIFE IS PAIN Anyone who says diffrently is selling something
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7 Reviews Added on April 11, 2008 AuthorThe Rose That Grew From ConcreteFort Smith, ARAboutMy Name is Jason X and I'm a 17 year old guy born and raise in Fort Smith, Arkansas. I have a very imaginative and revolutionary mind. Please Comment more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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