Often those who walk alone have something to hide.
Their hearts full of melancholy, a darkness of irreparable substances.
It is through just a simple gesture of discourtesy and impedance,
A tiny crack of audacity and effrontery,
insolence and impertinence,
that the emotions convert to a dreaded voice that is constantly peering in their head.
Their thoughts, their emotions, all fall apart and blow away in the wind.
But if cared for and cherished, that darkness may rebuild itself anew.
A clouded head can be rehabilitated.
Not of ludicrous intent, but of sheer kindness.
Opening them up, showing them a whole new world, in which there is no pain, but only joy.
Their hearts full of melancholy, a darkness of irreparable substances.
It is through just a simple gesture of discourtesy and impedance,
A tiny crack of audacity and effrontery,
insolence and impertinence,
that the emotions convert to a dreaded voice that is constantly peering in their head.
Their thoughts, their emotions, all fall apart and blow away in the wind.
But if cared for and cherished, that darkness may rebuild itself anew.
A clouded head can be rehabilitated.
Not of ludicrous intent, but of sheer kindness.
Opening them up, showing them a whole new world, in which there is no pain, but only joy.
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