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My favourite colour, has long since been grey
But I didn't know why, until today
I envy grey, grey doesn't commit
Any strong emotion, well grey isn't it
Grey's not red anger, red hate, or  red love,
Blue sadness, yellow fury or perfection's white dove.
No, grey is nothing, no emotion, no pain,
no commitment, no dichotomies, I want that again.
 Apr 2015 Harly A Quinn
Blair
It's not so bad
During the day
When the sun warms my skin,
And the breeze cools my nerves
When my thoughts are preoccupied
With trivial tasks

Then day turns to night
And the sun lies down to sleep
The moon peaks through my blinds-
Its stark silver light casting ominous shadows

I wonder when I'll see you again

They say that secrets seek refuge in darkness
But I find my innermost fears all the more illuminated
broken little dream
you sit at the edge of a bath or a sink
you think the world it deadly that you find it to hard to breath
yes death is easy
and life is the hard part
But your skin should never be torn apart
yes death douse sadden us
We cant have love without pain
But you wont hear the words that i say
i cant make you stop it
i cant make you stay
but that razor that you hold
is a permanent solution
to a problem that will go away
So to put these words gently
Broken little dream,
You must chose to live
because a life without you is not worth living
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