My legs weaken with each step I take while my spirit dreads with each sadness I feel, but my mind smiles and tells me to go on because it loves pain.
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Bleeding Blue
PoetryI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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My legs weaken with each step I take while my spirit dreads with each sadness I feel, but my mind smiles and tells me to go on because it loves pain.
