Absolute
The agony in which we live,
is endless.
It's a desperate agony.
a desolate agony.
One that I have known for all my life.
I see it in the shadows.
Peeking through in the dark places.
But what scares me the mos,
Is when i see it in a smile.
Or a playground
Or a party
What scares me the most is how absolute this suffering is.
Even in the happiest of moments.
And that, is what you'll never understand.
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