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This mind, a battlefield of clashing thoughts, Where flowing fields of joy quickly turn to naught. Grace and love, planted seeds trampled underfoot Amidst fiery regrets that leave scorched earth soot. Splintered spears now broken staffs, Mercy's shards meet torment's wrath. An oasis of peace an elusive, desperate quest; Calm but a momentary guest. The fires rage yet flowers bloom, Both beauty and destruction loom. This mind, a dichotomy of waste and wonder; Of hope and hurt torn asunder.
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This mind, a battlefield of clashing thoughts,
Where flowing fields of joy quickly turn to naught.
Grace and love, planted seeds trampled underfoot
Amidst fiery regrets that leave scorched earth soot.
Splintered spears now broken staffs,
Mercy's shards meet torment's wrath.
An oasis of peace an elusive, desperate quest;
Calm but a momentary guest.
The fires rage yet flowers bloom,
Both beauty and destruction loom.
This mind, a dichotomy of waste and wonder;
Of hope and hurt torn asunder.
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