I dreamt again for a while About the never-ending questions that never once been answered that torment my soul that leaves me hanging on a thread wandering in my own dreamy land looking for the part of you that 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚
○ The image of you Is like pure white paper, with the black dot Noone will remember the optimistic white All that's left in their mind is the dark black dot No matter how many other versions of you claim the good To them, you're never stop being the ugly black dot •