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This world, the people and the light
Et dikt om hvordan smerte og kjærlighet påvirker hvem vi blir.
There are people who love life, as they are afraid of death. - The people of light, the ones who always get to taste the sweet taste of love and safety, those who always were loved and always will be loved. – The people of light those who have tasted the sweet taste of the white apple.
But there are also those who hide. They have no faces of their own. Carelessly they go trough life, struggling with the shadows day by day. Shadows that started growing in the past - shadows that keep pulling them down under, and when they get beneath, it is the time when they start to fear life, and love death. - The people of darkness, those who have tasted the bitter taste of the black apple.
But let us not forget the last kind. Some sort of mixture of light and shadow. They have struggled with the shadows, but they have also seen the light. They understand that there is pain, but that there is comfort too. They are smiling and crying at the same time. They’ll do whatever it takes to make this world perfect. – The perfect kind, the ones who have tasted the bittersweet taste of the white and black apple. “Purge the pain!”
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