And sometimes

Sometimes the pain Masquerading as passing faith Does nothing but leave a stain And a permanent frown on your face And sometimes the hurt Under the surface where it lurks Should be given wide berth Because addressing it will only make things worse Sometimes the hate Waiting to reach the boiling point of rage Puts you beside yourself into another state A place where every choice is a mistake But sometimes the love Oddly sanctimonious in everything it does Slithers through the detritus and picks you up Makes you realise the cycle's not over but only just begun

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