inside this world
are dark things
evil things
they breathe hurt
they live for death,
death of all things
good
and
kind
consuming joy
like wolves
until
all that's left
is darkness
but in this world
there is also
love
joy
kindness
it fights to
stay alive
but don't fret
for a lack of light
true beauty
always
wins
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The Conflicted Color Pallet
Poetrythis is more or less my diary shared to literally the entire world. have fun exploring my deepest thoughts.
