<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354384" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is in the small things we see it.<br>When a precious baby<br>opens its eyes for the first time<br>and you get the feeling<br>you’re on cloud nine.<br>The first time it spoke<br>as awesome as an explosion.<br>When they started picking on you<br>only because you were different, <br>and it was a slap in your face, <br>because you believed them.-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Later<br>When you picked a fight.<br>That agoning feeling<br>you got hoping you<br>wouldn’t die. <br>Getting your driver’s license <br>as awesome as a roller coaster ride<br>that you never wanted<br>to get out of.<br>The crying you did when you walked<br>on stage, <br>knowing your life was just starting.<br>Now an adult, starting your new life.- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Later<br>When you decided to have a baby, <br>a nightmare you started<br>when rushing into things.<br>Day after day<br>knowing he wouldn’t come back.<br>Thought it was love at first sight, <br>But you knew it really wasn’t. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Later<br>That shooting pain you got<br>when you started not <br>showing up.<br>Those gut feeling your family<br>got praying you would show up this time.<br>The pounding and the throbbing <br>headaches you got.<br>It was a slap in your face<br>when you disowned your family, including yourself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chantel+Braatz">Chantel Braatz</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=354384" data-title="Pain de Chantel Braatz" data-description="It is in the small things we see it. When a precious baby opens its eyes for the first time and you get the feeling you’re on cloud nine. The first time it spoke as awesome as an explosion. When they started picking on you only because you were ..."></div> </div> </div>

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