Havoc
An introduction to the I, not known through the eyes of the clouded.
Our nature, strained by duality.
Dedication of words hold hostage to expression.
Our spirit, lingering in strife.
The birth of strength, overrode by insecurity.
The playful innocence, disowned.
The core waits for forgiveness, from the self-absorbed.
Waiting patiently, havoc surrenders to the unknown.
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