the real tragedy is living a life uninspired
where our dreams will flow with hollow words
begging to be filled
but we drown them
and we abuse them
and we shatter them
and we pick up the glittering shards of broken glass
hoping to create new meaning in our pain
it's a shame that we find comfort in the darkness
when all we need is a match
to light inside us an eternal flame
you should know by now
beauty doesn't always have to mean pain.
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