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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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