How can two types of people exist in one person?
One artistic, creative, deep, pensive and free,
the other dark, depressing, bland, torturous but serving a purpose.
How does one co-exist with the other?
Surely one must fuel the other in some profound, meaningful way?
More like one kills the other, not completely but almost.
Incapacitating is a more suitable description.
Like having no signs of life except for maybe a small, weak spark on a rainy day.
The facilitator repeatedly tries to extinguish the heart, the mind, and the soul.
The passion.
For comfort to continue, the internal battle must go on and create a singular turmoil within one for the benefit of all.
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