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Grey
Colors fade for no good reason
Grey is how I feel,
like the sleeves my arms bleed in
Depictions
of how one should be,
results in this deranged society
Expectations never met
heads filled with agony and regret
I close my mind,
hide inside myself and imagine
my body being made numb,
escaping this internal ache
This world I wish to forsake,
leave you all in the past,
pass you by,
Done trying to conform to this contrast
I'm new.. Quotive's friend.. If any of you read the poem he posted that he wrote with me awhile back... yeah, I'm that friend lol.. *nods*
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walking 0n br0ken glass..
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