The moment after It
all colour drains from the world
I realise I am empty
I was chasing a lie
everything is grey
it was always grey
I was just high on It
because I thought It was a rainbow
It wasn't
existence is suffocating in moments like these
and very soon I'll choose to return to It
that's the sad part
You'll probably want to read a happier poem in times like these. But ******* I don't care!
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I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from.