Poor Soul

how black is the void that sucks in even the light, and in that way seems to be bright,

despite all of its heartfelt pain, all of the strain, it still has a light mane, 

to seem bright is the ultimate disguise, to seem bright makes you seem wise, 

for you seem happy, but know the sadness, you seem experienced, or maybe you're just the maddest.

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