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The murky darkness leads
to the little light orb ,
waiting for us at the end to grab on ;
since pain is the only path
leading to bliss ,
and so ,
ache is always worth feeling ,
darkness is always worth seeing ,
they’re always worth embracing
and not denying ;
you’re your scars ,
just as you’re your beauty marks .
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into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
