They tell me I can go home soon.
I do not know if I want to.
A life without my color
Seems unreal.
But the color was unreal
I need to remind myself.
It was bad.
But I still sometimes think
It was a gift
In disguise.
But they took it away
Because they didn’t get one.
So clearly
I must
Be broken.
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Diary of Insanity
PoetryKeep it together Jess. I hope sprinting through the halls was considered keep it together. out of control. I was slipping just hold on... hold on...
