The World

A tear, a smile, a rainbow
The heat behind the dark snow
The pristine, unspoiled
The worked, the toiled
My laugh when I’m breaking
The grin that you’re faking
Words I write that they accuse
Thoughts, innocent, that we’ll abuse
The longing to scream
The worst little things
The tears, the fears
The life, the strife
Existence

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