Tragedy—

What a tragedy it is— To find love where you are not wanted. To know peace while waging war. To be a raging fire—frozen in place. Oh what a tragedy it is— —to be whole but forever incomplete. What a tragedy it is— To be loved yet still lash out with lust. To own peace but still hunger for war. To have absolute control. —To give up your soul. Oh what a tragedy it is— —to think free will the same as freedom. What a tragedy it is— To have never tasted love or felt it’s touch. To be without it’s sparkle and still wander the darkness. To yearn for something you cannot imagine. To crave passion and embrace— Words to describe things you cannot. Oh what a tragedy it is— —to know love, only as something you’ve never had.

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