It started with the shadows who showed up in my sleep. Once I was comfortable enough, they became my friends, and, now, they reveal themselves in reality too.
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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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It started with the shadows who showed up in my sleep. Once I was comfortable enough, they became my friends, and, now, they reveal themselves in reality too.
