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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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