Regrets, wishes, truth XII

In a world full of chaos, peace is a rare gem.
Forming a thick skin to the unpleasantness, requires a firm stem.

The quest for success is breeding untold madness.
The veil of darkness clouding the eyes of  told progress.

True love is creepingly unbecoming.
Untrue feelings slowly becoming.

Untold freedom pended.
Untold truth intended.

Emmalase.

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