Pain of Living

Sometimes the pain of living is real
Like getting pinched
Or getting hit
Some days it feels worst than others
And other days it is slight
Though still there is, pain
There is no way to not feel it
This pain of life is harsh
Mostly when there isn’t a spread sandwich to eat
One that satisfy the soul
Thoroughly and deep
Food to take away the mind from the body
Sending you to places where only the stomach is everything
A life without a spread sandwich is a life full of miserable pain
Find me the spread
I will find the bread
And make the only thing in this life that matters
The best spread sandwich that soul can taste
Taste bud overload
Satisfy your soul
Give your life some meaning
If not, life is all about pain

(Ruptes, 2019)

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