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KALIEDOSCOPE

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  • Finley Hickman
  • Sep 22, 2025
  • 1 min read

A voice lives in your head                                                                                        

  Talking about your deep desires

                       To see the worst in things

      Yell and hurt the ones

           Who love you the most

 To be truly happy

      You need to learn how to

                         Ignore that little voice

    In your head

 

              A blob of good

     Resides in every person

              Whether it's hidden

       Deep within

                 Or is it bubbly on the surface

      Even the perceived most evil

                         Still have a little blob of goodness

                     Inside

 
 
 

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