Have you ever seen it's face.

When it turns it's head,

And stares straight at you,

You feel as though it can see right through you.

It sees all your pain,

Puts obstacles in your way,

It's face is truly disastrous,

If you ever seen something as ugly as it,

You'd be blinded by it's hatred,


But some see it as something spontaneously precious,

And keep it close to them,


Because sometimes life is kind,

And gives hope to some.


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