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My pain, and why I am in constant pain, of loving living.

Pain is an allowance of love, within love.
Pained love is seeing itself, as love.
Through the pained eyes of itself.
Love looks past the fullness of jostling ego.
Ego feels pain, as it tries to explain love.
Pain stains love, until love trains pain to remain.

Pain is the holding of love to itself, in your ego.

Love holds pain, past hurt, to allow fortitude.
Fortitude travels painfully away from ego.
Towards the custody of humour,
held painfully in the heart, by the waiting love.
Love remains unstained, remaining outside of all pain

Love then lets humour start to depart.
Laughing as it leaves, pain receives its own message.
Pain is hurting, from allowing itself to fear love.
Fearing is nearing to hurting itself.
Even as wealth of love allows its creation of pain,
to remain until fear, fear is all drained away.

If pain felt love, it would never hurt.
Felt love never hurts, or departs.
Disallowing itself to feel love, through fear.
Fear disallows love from fearing itself,
because fear never allows love to feel loved.
All pain is only unloved love, hurting from fear.

To disperse away pain from one's heart again.
We must prevent putting to train, hurting to gain.
Love is trusting hurting, to allow death to occur.
The greatest hurt is to be pained from never loving life.
To die with life still hurting, from waiting to be born.
Life fully lived from love, renewed in you now.

Pain will still remain to hurt the fear.
Fear can't be hurt, or taught to love.
To love is allowing pain, and not fearing it.
And then to see pain is only love,
rebirthing in you, as a new pain.
Until love recreated, troubled pain again.

Pain is part of the greater love of fullness.
Fullness of love, includes pain.
To remain love, love must endure pain.
Pain from within its parts then, must be gone through.
And only then, does love remove pain from itself.
Fear nears hurting, as love is allowing created pain.

Pain always is part of separation, disdainful.
Pain only leaves one, when one becomes one.
Love returns as one is rejoined back to total love.
Pain is only remembered for the lessons of love.
Love lives on past all pain, not now so painful.
When love remains full of God's goodness undone.

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