twist and shout slam; what uplifts you
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A poke of a thorn in crimson red, is that as bad as the words of dread. as those feel that the pain of our mortal shell , does not come close to the scorn of our own being. But that which shatters our heart is but a venom.
I'm asked 'waht uplifts you?'
but I don't even know.
What brings you joy?
I usually just shrug,
unsure of how to answer.
But maybe there's a lot
more than I'm letting on.
I begin to feel giddy
Sounds of peace lights of joy freedom to take over the world. It's my world, full of life.
