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I sat watching the sunset.
I observed the clouds;
Darkness, it shrouds.
Through all the hues
I could see the blues.
Not only could I see,
But I felt it, as well.
So many shapes
Yet none were happy apes.
A child shedding tears;
A lion showing his fears.
I saw The Grim.
With agony, full to the brim.
I saw the mighty horse fall.
Not one tower could stand tall.
Not one shred of happiness did I see.
Darkness, all around.
Disguised, by the prettiness
Of silly pinks and oranges;
And yet, the blue hues remained.
What has this world become
If a mere child is distraught
And darkness, she cannot overcome?
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A Stream of Thoughts
RandomAll of us have thoughts running amok inside our minds. I just choose to put these thoughts down into words.
