its also refreshing to know that theres pain in the pretty,
the four white walls of the hospital kept my mind spiraling,
its nice to know the demons are inviting,
but nothing was on my mind but the beauty in the sky,
in the window the planes flying high,
I wrote a poem before this,
one with less happiness and bliss,
it was about a window and the view of the city,
and The beauty in contrast of the sadness and pity,
the lights in the sky continued to shine,
in the moments of the dark dark times.
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