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I once read something
Something about Van Gogh
That he drank a yellow paint
To find happiness
for he thought yellow was a happy colour
And somewhere in life I realized people are like that too
Drugs, sex, money, fame
Those are our yellow paint
And even though we know that it's toxic
We still continue to drink
Why?
Because there's a hole in our heart
That wants to be filled
And its the craving for the yellow paint
-eris'
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Scintilla
Poesiasomething you might want to read when you're too drunk in love you don't remember what being sober feels like
