Poetry is painted from our darkest corners,
Places few dare to go,
And few are lucky to explore.
There is beauty in demise,
And strength in weakness.
Whispers in the night behind the falling tears,
Are heard,
But ignored,
For knowing there is still so much more.
Will is ours,
But destiny belongs to the universe.
Dive into my dark corners,
I'm sorry I can't hold your hand,
As scary as it may be,
I promise you'll be just fine.
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