Sometimes I prefer the storm,
When chaos wants to be the norm,
The eye will pass and come again,
But still cannot contain the wind...
Sometimes I prefer the hate,
That the closest circulate,
Till envy wants to be my friend,
Then watch it turn right back on them...
Sometimes I prefer the pain,
To see how much I can sustain,
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger,
What doesn't fill me keeps me longer...
Sometimes I prefer the lies,
And times they don't apologize,
Reminding me what truth is known,
Is defining me for "I" have grown...
Sometimes I prefer to take,
The misery that they gestate,
So anyone that's close to me,
Can have a way to set it free.......
Just sometimes .....
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