Blue

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Blue,
The once bright shade,
Has now become so dark,
Happiness is just a mascarade.

The endless wave of blue,
Now something I can't escape,
Drags me underneath its tide,
And I'm drowning in the blue filled space.

Nothing calms it,
Except two things,
Blade or love,
Just a small exchange.

The blade is comforting,
As the problems bleed away,
Like someone lifted you out,
And now you're going to be okay.

Love is confusing,
And a terrifying charade,
It can be just as painful,
As when you use the steel blade.

But at the same time,
It can be the night that fights the blue,
That saves you from self-destruction,
The place you can finally just be you.

But one thing must conquer,
And I hope that time is near,
Before it envelopes me,
And I cave into the fear.

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