What if I took you, To a room stuffed with letters, Some red some blue Kept together in pairs of two What if I told you, The letters left you with no place To breath, to relax Or simply have your own space What if I convinced you, That shards of glass Were concealed in the blue And in the red ones, Soft petals with a gorgeous hue What if I broke it to you, That the contents of these letters Were but your thoughts Piled together, and kept in lots What if I asked you, Which type would you expect to find In your room of thoughts Hidden in your mind? Would the blue overrule the red? Would you hope for it to be the other way instead? Would you wish your room wasn’t suffocating Would you criticize it and be hating Yourself, and more blues would be formed And there you go! In a vicious cycle your thoughts are transformed But, What if I said, It's...
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