I can be broken in half, but not even then would I ever give up my downfall, for it is hell to let go of something you grew up with.
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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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I can be broken in half, but not even then would I ever give up my downfall, for it is hell to let go of something you grew up with.
