My heart flutters each time it reaches the ultimate high from my fantasy, but my mind—my mind—it screams on the top of its lungs in relief.
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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 heart flutters each time it reaches the ultimate high from my fantasy, but my mind—my mind—it screams on the top of its lungs in relief.
