When my meloncholy met madness

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Where the melancholy met my madness

withering my inner peace into pieces 

flown away by the wind,

All I did was stand in despair

waiting for it to be returned with the wind again

my journey let me walk on thorns, befriending my feet like flowers

anonymously marking its sharp edges on me

even as I hugged it dearly.

My journey for contentment disintegrated like an annihilated piece, 

never to be stitched or glued together. 




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