Wretched Beauty
Oh the beauty of the world and
sometimes wretchedness of my soul…
somedays they blend together harmoniously
and at others too much joy disturbs me
and that is the wretchedness of my existence.
I have learned to cope with this feeling
and it may have been a blessing to deal with this at such a young age
for now I feel well equipped with deal with life’s melancholy….
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