From all compelling emotions
sadness spins my soul
like a raging summer storm.
Oh, but how words so smoothly form
unlike love that quickly turns
my poor heart to desperation.
And in dreams my own damnation
death so quietly and so near
makes me think that maybe fear
is the worse inside my mind
and the one I mostly feed,
but when joy in life I find
happiness from all becomes
the one I desperately need.

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