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Camille, you are a pain in the ass.
You whine too much.
When you give me a sermon, it's as if it's the end of the world.
When you slap me in the ass, it hurts like crazy.

Camille, you are a pain in the ears.
When you clean it, it's as if a drill is penetrating through my ear.
When you shout through it, IT FREAKING HURTS CAUSE YOUR VOICE IS SO LOUD LIKE HOW I'M TYPING AT ALL CAPS
*pauses, breaths, whispers* it hurts a lot

Camille, you are a pain in the mind.
Sometimes, you ask questions which is tougher than the Math tests I take.
You say things which just boggle my mind.
Most importantly, you say things which just give pain to...

My heart. You are also a pain in the heart.
You do things.
You say things. Which utterly destroy me. And it hurts.

But then? It isn't all that bad.
It isn't.
You may hurt me, you may give me pain.
But eventually, all that pain is washed away when you eventually find a way to smile.
And that smile is priceless. It's beautiful. It's you.

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