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I want to hold 

Both a pen and a sword, 

To find struggle within my words, 

To make pain drip from the ink, 

Trickling onto my palms, 

Beatrice

“The bringer of joy”

That doesn’t quite feel right

I’ve been told my smile lights up the room

But who am I to believe that my existence would be the pinnacle of bright?

And maybe that is the catch

You, a byproduct of human existence, make place in a very many things, I’ve noticed, so here’s a very incomplete list.