True Color

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I don't know who I am anymore,

Life has closed my main door.

There is no part of me that is not scarred,

I am now trapped in my own prison bars.

There is no way for me to shine,

What was, is no longer mine.

What is left, I cant reach,

I am lying on a lonely beach,

As a broken sand dollar.

I have lost my true color.

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I got the idea for this poem, from the book called 'True Colors' written by @Imperfect_5!

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