Contradictory Beings
Contradictory.
Black and White.
Day and Night.
Desperate for relief,
that's non-existent.
Lost in the sea,
of terror and misery.
Scared to be lonely,
yet still despising company.
So forced to block out the tears,
from the assault that hurts
more than salt,
in the wounds
of the heart
and the soul
of a pathetic human being
unable to be free from the torment,
of this hell that you call:
Life.
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