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Armistice Within Myself
To spread and find peace.

Two different things.

As if the correlation didn’t click the way my lighter does with my wood,

until I was of age.

Or should I say went through more pain.

Some people age, but gain no wisdom.

The same kind of people I look at and see bones bearing no soul.

I look into the mirror and I’m scared at what I’m shown.

Others get to see loving eyes, while I’m left to see the vacant home.

I’m torn between two different worlds,

as I color in the sky with red hues in my eyes.

Please tell me you understand my mind.

Please tell me you understand the reasons why.