It feels so good to put pen to pad,
project my broken spirit,
so my emotional mind can mend.
Living love,
can only be heard,
when pure intentions
make their mark.
To dwell on that which isn't meant to make sense,
is the darkest of holes one can fall down.
Don't succumb to the quicksand of lies and hate,
it's just waiting to swallow you whole.
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