I know the name isn't that great for this poem, but I couldn't think of anything else.
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I try to find some comfort,
in a world that never sleeps.
This pain and spiteful torment
is too much for me.
Would you ever know,
the pain I feel inside.
And if you did,
would you be able to cope?
This world of war and crime,
thrives on hate we show.
Is this why peace,
is like a myth we blindly chase?
The pain like a dagger,
digs into us all.
How much do we hide in joy,
just to make the roses red?
