All of them are so happy, and I wish I can be happy too, but my mind hates me so much that it does not even allow me to be like them.
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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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All of them are so happy, and I wish I can be happy too, but my mind hates me so much that it does not even allow me to be like them.
