In a world where anything is possible,
Why are we forsaken to despair,
death,
hate,
guilt,
envy,
Hope is there too,
love and life,
yet we focus on the strife,
In our world,
a best friend is the one
whos helped you through so much,
Your with the one you love,
because theyve had it hard,
theyve had it just as tough,
Sadness makes the world go round,
its in our every step,
every breath we take,
we think it may be our last,
these thoughts dragging us
to the end of our days,
Were suppose to have balance,
have a bittersweet way to live,
maybe one day itll happen,
but for now,
screaming hearts,
sadness is our fate...
- The Black Rose
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