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Confusion in all its forms
The paradox is,
There’s a part of you that wants to blow out the flame,
While another parts wants it to shine.
The dichotomy is,
Those who claim to build you up are also the ones
who would knock you down.
The contradiction is,
Laughter can cut like a knife
While tears can heal.
The conflict is,
Love can be withheld or withdrawn
While pain gives its all.
You’ve been confused,
Until you don’t know the right way to turn.
So you lie in the mud.
Until the demon grabs your hand.