I often try,
To sort and organize,
The different shades inside,
Even though I know,
It’s but a futile task.
Yet somehow,
It brings me peace,
Thinking my world,
Is not chaotic,
And in my own hands.
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I often try,
To sort and organize,
The different shades inside,
Even though I know,
It’s but a futile task.
Yet somehow,
It brings me peace,
Thinking my world,
Is not chaotic,
And in my own hands.