Black
Black is the color of death.
Black is screwing up.
Black is your last breath.
Black is not giving a fuck.
Black is a deadly disease.
Black is the unknown.
Black is begging on your knees.
Black is anxiety that has grown.
Black is life becoming duller.
And yes, black is MY color.
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