When I laughed, the world laughed.

When I cried, the world still laughed.

The pain sank deep I wondered why.

In anger I cuddled myself and said bye.


In my shell I met the one in the mirror.

Filled with deeper pain dressed in horror.

Hence, I refuse to look back in anger.

The other part is indeed a stranger.


Even though the voices are mild.

The other part never goes wild.

So in ours hands is a white bowl.

The more we live…The more we learn the act of CONTROL!


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