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pure


The color white

The color most associated with light but I

am grey. Slightly tainted from those who decieved me,

left me. 

 

The color black

Most associated with the lack

of  purity. The color of the void you left in my chest.

 The color of my brain now decaying from lack of sleep. 

 

They say it's PTSD but I say, " Hey man that's just me".

 

Grey, no longer pure but not yet deceased. 

 

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