THE TWO-FACED WORLD
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"Sad has three letters, and so does Joy; pain has four letters, and so does love; enemies have seven letters, and so do friends."
I smiled hearing it from a friend, and I whisper
"The obstacle has 8 letters, and so do triumphs."
There's always two sides to a story; all you have to do is weigh in and choose the brighter side.
I am the two-faced creation of your mind.
The overthinker and your wishful thinker.
I am the living sunflower-the woman of hope, your Mirasol, and the contrary one and only living Persephone.
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