16: White

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This is another poem that I wrote, and it's about what the colour white means to me.

White is the colour that you think of at night,
When you ponder about taking your own life.
It's the colour at the end of the road,
For no more pain,
For no more sorrow.

White is blank,
And that's how you feel.
When you don't feel pain,
When you don't feel real.

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