when will you realize you aren't here for the fame?
you aren't anything but an extra piece that came with the game?
you aren't needed, you're just there for fun.
he's your everything, and you're the one who jumped the gun
he'll love you and leave you, just like the rest
you'll be stuck in a black pit, more or less
when will you realize you've been through this before?
and when will you realize that when you lose you get sore?
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...
