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Blank but I call it blue.
Broken shells, empty words.
Soulless eyes, hallow graves.
Shallow mind, hunted past.
The world shows two colors to me.
Gray and black.
Everything stops making sense.
I feel like an iron, once plugged in, it gets hot once unplugged it starts getting cold till it's ice cold.
Right now the only thing holding me together is the plug which doesn't make much sense.
If I were a painter, my soul will belong to the sky and the clouds, free and beautiful.
Words lost their meaning a long time ago.
But somehow I still hold on to meaningless words.
Which feels like I keep hurting myself
I wanna be like the wind.
Strong and powerful just like the ocean it can't be tamed.
Then I can be just me without this thoughts.
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