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kuroko and shirona

he was dark
as dark as darkness can be
filled with scars
as far as the eye can see
and still, he smiles
and still le lies
that he is fine when in fact he is desperately trying to survive.
he is hurt, a past trauma still afresh
he randomly blurts and pinches his flesh
so this is how he has been living,
hiding darkness within
hiding a demon which wants to be seen
a beast so caged
a soul enraged
but all he wants is to just be accepted for his true self
a true self that is weird and funny at the same time
a true self who loves beer and dreams of wine
but NO! not acceptable is what they said
so he is an outcast, he has laid
his hopes of being accepted to rest
and now just hopes to meet someone
who accepts his weirdness... just one person is enough


She was torn
since the moment she was born
and still, she smiled
hiding behind her teary eyes
despite wanting to dive deep in the sea
and choke to death, never breathe
she lived to tell the tale
the tale of a ship she once sailed
one with friends who slowly left
one with trends which slowly faded
the emotions and the bondage she was kept
the color and the shades of grey
she was a flower, tender and gentle
but she was also the center
of any chaos that happened blamed wrong
that fragile flower grew thorns
to protect herself but yet she was torn
so hard were the thorns that she could not even mourn
all she wanted was to be accepted
accepted as she was and be shown some help
was that too much to ask?
was that too much of a task?
just one person is enough

has the darkness found the flower and turned to a dangerous beauty?
As far as the eye can see
all there remains is the black flower
the flower so bright and the shade so dark now bathing in the shower
of the ground that they have found
no turning around
a broken mind and a torn body
a language deep coded
the two cats one so bright and one so dark
this is the story of the kuroka and shirona


-Yakaa: Jujaan



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