Toward the finish of the passage there will constantly be light
However, till then in the dimness from inside sparkle so brilliant
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Flawsome_poetry, [7/27/2020 10:59 AM]
Indeed or no. In or out. Up or down. Live or pass on. Legend or weakling. Battle or surrender. I'll say it again to ensure you hear me. The human existence is comprised of decisions. Live or kick the bucket. That is the significant decision. Furthermore, its not generally in our grasp.
Flawsome_poetry, [7/27/2020 8:32 PM]
HAPPINESS?
Oh well, business as usual
Livin in a flawful world
However pursuing flawlessness
Hangin on unreasonable words
Pursuing our creative mind
Clingin onto ?definition
Befuddling bliss
for excellene
Denying our flawfulness
Tolerating our imperfections wear make us any less
Knowing our disadvantages
Tell the truth to ourselves
Doesn't deny us z euphoria we merit
Rather focusing on wt we need
Givin an excessive amount of f***
Gazing at z pages blank?
That is the manner by which we losing track
That is the manner by which we become more modest
Cuz we ain't standing tall
So we losing everything
Notwithstanding being solid ?in our shortcoming
Wonderful in our own specific manners
So here's z key ? to bliss
"Its givin a f*** about less"
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Flawsome_poetry, [7/28/2020 10:29 AM]
What have we become
As I was strolling in the roads
Pondering between the falling trees
I heard an unexpected sound
Looking for it I glanced around
It was excessively frail for me to find
Like from something it was attempting to stow away
Yet, to find it I was so enthusiastic
Its unfurling secret to figure
The debilitate soul called once more
From its sound I felt the torment
Assist me with getting away from this it said
As the voice began to blur
From my thought process
The thoughts to me continued to come
Based on the thing was it running
As I was noticing sthing I got
Peculiar in the streams I saw blood rather than water
Ruins that stream into the waterway
I was so befuddled of the foggy picture
As the vivid spirits were prisoned into an enclosure
As the sparkle inside us blur
As the dry water becomes red
So entertained so befuddled
At the point when the roads for the youngsters become a bed
At the point when their aggravation and shouts couldn't track down a shade
When the solid asked on the frail
At the point when the eyes couldn't hold the tears
At the point when the cruility arrived at its pinnacle
At the point when love was supplanted with cash
At the point when the reality of the situation was harsh
Furthermore, the falsehoods were better
I was stunned
Cause with it we were fine
Without a doubt it was my spirit
Trying however much it couldn't to fall
Settled on the last decision
Attempting to take the visual deficiency of me
Before it was past the point of no return for me 2 see
The monster that we have become
A greater amount of creature than the human we're
Letting the haziness inside win up until this point
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