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DEAR OLD GRAMPS TOLD ME…
“do you know what being grey means?
it means the world is not blue with clouds and skies
it means i see see the world with bleeding thoughts
regretful thoughts is mistakes i may have done
being grey means i get to be the shadow you walk on to cross to the other side, the waters your boat floats on
i see everything but nothing sees me
i watch youngins fall and wrap themselves in jagged quilts of chaos
i may have outlived friends and family but the moon shines their memories on me
being grey is lonely but it’s happy
sitting in old memories and pain, laughing away at my youthful days
but one sure thing is, i envy those black hairs on your head”

— The End —