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Mistaken For Laughter
Covered by the dark demise of runaway laughter,
I find myself lost in a chaotic chapter.
How cloyed it is to be consumed by rage,
As emotions swirl and violently engage.
Most savage-such than our gentle origins,
Anger grips me tight, its grip tightens.
I crave solace, for a moment of peace.
But in this storm, my anger does not cease.
I am wanting to live in my remote portrayals,
Where laughter embrace is an adytum that never fails.
In this realm, I am free from the chains of fury.
Where joy and mirth replace all that is dreary.
Oh, how I long to be lost in laughter warm hold.
To escape the darkness that has taken its toll.
To find solace in the sounds of contagious mirth,
And let laughter guide me back to my own worth.
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