The Key
I hide behind a shade of blue
In front of the grey
No hope I tell myself
but wrong
Everything is okay
Optimism is the key
To open the door of sorrow
The key melts into the hole
It molds
to get the shape of what is told
Once there was a woman
who stand alone
She had no fear
but to lose herself on her own
Conquer, slay, slash it all away
With the key of happiness
the key was here to stay
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