Pain has no shape. It doesn’t matter that it is round, spiral, oval, straight or triangular. It just makes its way all through human body and soul. It dies and reborn from its ashes like Phoenix.
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Pain has no shape. It doesn’t matter that it is round, spiral, oval, straight or triangular. It just makes its way all through human body and soul. It dies and reborn from its ashes like Phoenix.