Night was lonely.
Day was busy.
Negative came
followed by positive.
Light used to hurt.
Darkness was no good.
Happiness came
along with sadness.
Happiness started to sting.
Sadness became the company.
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Life till Death
Poetry"People are afraid to making bad things. I want to make bad things. If I keep making bad things, someday I might end up making something good."
