The best, as happier as the life appears
The more darker and twisted on the other side
The pattern defining the differences
Hatred and love divided by a thin line
The one who has seen it all couldn't peek out
For the world, it has it's own crossover
Not necessarily seen, it's cosmic
The mixed aura and fusion of evil and kind, it seems
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Great write
Thank you.
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