<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Forgetting The Pain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is this feeling.<br>My gut turns.<br>My insides set ablaze.<br>Oh how they burn.<br>A knot in my throat.<br>And a tear in my eye.<br>Is this what they call sadness? <br>Is this what they call remorse? <br>Is this what they call grief? <br>But it is only a tiny creature I barely have known.<br>How could it ever effect me so? <br>I don't understand why it happens.<br>But I don't want it no more.<br>If only I could get rid of it by throwing it out the door.<br>Please disappear, I beg of you have mercy on the very essence of my soul.<br>And the next morning I wake it's completely gone.<br>But only so long as I don't think about it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ace+Of+Black+Hearts">Ace Of Black Hearts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339056" data-title="Forgetting The Pain de Ace Of Black Hearts" data-description="What is this feeling. My gut turns. My insides set ablaze. Oh how they burn. A knot in my throat. And a tear in my eye. Is this what they call sadness? Is this what they call remorse? Is this what they call grief? But it is only a tiny creature..."></div> </div> </div>

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