Colors

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The night black,
Just like your soul,
And now because of you I'm no longer whole,

The ocean is blue,
Just like my tears,
I'm done hiding my fears,

It runs through my veins,
The color crimson red,
Without it I would be dead,

A soft orange glow,
Like the setting sun,
In this life I'm almost done,

I contemplate living,
My pointless life is in shades of grey,
and I wonder if I should stay,

I'm all alone,
My world has gone from light to dark,
The songs of angels will guide me home,

The pain I feel inside,
White and pure like snow,
Sometimes I wonder does anyone truly know?

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