Beneath the dark shadows.
Away from the hollow cave of fear.
Aside from the constant yelling of failure.
There lives a ray of brightness.
A shimmer of shine.
A glint of hope.

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Mysterious
PoetryLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.