Two roads.
One leads to happiness,
The other leads to pain.
Two seasons.
One that burned with the summer,
And one that was drowned by the rain.
Two eyes.
One that sees through the truth,
And another blinded by lies.
Two ropes.
One that didn't hesitate to let go,
Another that clings on and tries.
Two breaths.
One that sighed after saying it's over,
And one that inhaled what was just about to begin.
Two worlds.
One that's been locked from within,
And another that won't let her in.
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Cauldron of anxiety and fears
Non-FictionPreviously the Cauldron of anxiety and fears. Instead of a rubbish bin for all of my rants and despair, I figured I'd make this a collection of random things I made trying to overpower my inner demons. So yeah, basically still a rubbish bin.
