" everything was grey:
his hair,
his smoke,
his dreams
and how he's so devoid
of colour he don't know
what it means. "
- colours, halsey
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Poetry"i walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps and i'm the only one and i walk alone." - a collection of thoughts, lyrics and poetry from various sources initially assembled as a result of nocturnal boredom.
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" everything was grey:
his hair,
his smoke,
his dreams
and how he's so devoid
of colour he don't know
what it means. "
- colours, halsey
