the tolerated pain
i still remember the pain of my first paper cut
i was only eight and it was from my father’s freshly printed sheets
i remember how the sting ached and my cut finger was throbbing
the pain was new to me,
so i wept and wept over the mere flesh wound
now that i have grown older,
i don't cry over paper cuts anymore
for that i am familiar with how it is going to hurt my skin,
the pain is somewhat bearable
although the sting still aches and the cut still throbs,
my body learned how to tolerate the twinge,
and the same goes with why,
i don't cry over heartbreaks anymore
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