From where does one gain-
The strength to fall
In love and in pain.
When purples of crushing,
Crush one into his blues.
And when the pinks turn red,
Left are those unwanted hues.
When to stand again
Is yet another fight.
Even the butterflies are dead,
Unmoved and yet it bites
the insides for your core,
Screaming and scratching
From that end of the shore.
Unheard; still keeps standing
There with strengths certainly tired
Trying to meet ends with satires.
While smiling into the norms and sane,
That power, where does one gain?

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