You accept the storm Even though it destroys What you have created You accept the seasons Even though you hate summer And winter is freezing You accept the blaze You watch as it licks and devours everything You accept the night With its darkness, monsters and fears You accept the ocean With its mystery and dark-blue deepness You accept to lay down and sleep Even though you wake up and realize your dreams are gone and reality smacks you in the face So why, in the name of God, Can't you accept my sadness, coldness and scary-deep thoughts? Why can't you love my messy soul and loneliness The same way you love and admire Other ways of disasters and destruction?
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