They insisted on knowing what my life was, so I shut them up by finally admitting that it was the abyss of hell.
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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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They insisted on knowing what my life was, so I shut them up by finally admitting that it was the abyss of hell.
