I bang my head on the wall, "bang!","bang!", "bang!" to ease the pain in head. I scratched the wall with my own fingers until the bleed, the blood running down my hands like tiny rivulets of scarlet rivers. I kicked against the wall, pleading to the unknown force to make this pain in me stop.
The pain doesn't go away.
"It f^&%$#@ hurts!"
"Stop!," sobbing, "please stop it".
The unknown looks at me silently, wearing a mask of pity and sadness.
I screamed at it, "Why me?", pointing an accusing finger at the figure.
"It is the pain of life, child," he sighs,"One cannot feel bliss bliss without pain, one cannot be happy without sadness. No one can escape it, this pain. 'Tis the way of the world."
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