Black is the color of your favorite t-shirt.
Black is the color of my soul without you.
Black is the color of my life without your touch.
Black is everything, black is empty, black is death. The color of your bed sheets is black, the memories you left are all black now.
Even your phone case is black.
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Black is the color of your skin, black is almost your feelings.
Black is good-byes and often they hurt.
Black is love, black is torture.
Black is your heart, no emotions, no sympathy.
Black is my life without YOU.
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The Break Down
RandomThose are my words of pain and suffer and regret. Those are my feeling when shit happened to me, these are my story of YOU.
