joy can be the medicine that heals the heart temporarily
changing its color so that we may exist in our hollow shells
feeding upon our diseases like a vacuum that were to come every while or so
I wish to spread my joy throughout the world
but my happiness is filled with the reminder that I merely exist at its mercy
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Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
