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Oct 2012
All is one
Physical pain
And mental pain
Feel no different
It is beautiful
I think to myself
As my head pounds
I close my eyes and all I see is blue
The same colour
I woke up this morning
The same colour
Of eyes I have
Dear blue,
I’m stuck with you.
I’ve never liked your colour.
Written by
Katherine
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