In haste to make light , one must first conquer darkness A battle between white and black But no one ever seems to mention the murky gray mixtures in between As the quietness of silence covers my ears, I plead to heed my words For there is just something fascinating About the way that I've been hurt and sworn I force myself to write Out those feelings to the screen In hopes that I will feel better And make myself feel seen There's little that I can do To tell people what I see But words have never failed So can I trust you to believe me?
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