Say goodbye to the war

Detach and draw away
Under the covers
Cold and gray
Endure the cycle of decay
Bury your head
And fill it with dismay

These are the fallacies
We choose to believe
Filling up our heads
Causing us to grieve
Not even worth repeating
Such thoughts are just defeating

So push through and release
While all your troubles
Beg to increase
Say goodbye to the war
The one that’s hidden
Behind your door

Cynicism at its finest

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Cynicism is a trait
I oft regret
For when pessimism abounds
I’m usually upset

But sometimes my outlook
Just can’t be eased
So I bide my time
Feeling unappeased

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Pink, white, baby blue
These old perspectives
Now a different hue

Yellow, orange, fiery red
Newfound colors
Filling up my head

Dull pastels wash away
As brilliant fresh colors
Save the day

Head n heart is where they’ll remain
Full of vibrant thoughts
In a stunning terrain

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