How am I?
Funny you ask
You are the reason
I drink from a flask
No need to worry
I'm used to the pain
The emptiness inside
Doesn't drive me insane
But I'm glad you're fine
Cause if I were you
I would be dying.
k.g
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colorless
PoetryIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
