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Aug 2018
Colours are shaded differently
Lives can change instantly

Cigarettes and alcohol couldn't hold you back
You wanted to break my mind
I allowed you by being kind
You knew that eventually I'd crack

Diablo... they used to call me
It's not who I wanted to be
It wasn't a choice
I was chosen

I wish I could go back to that day
To whom would it favor?
Only those I hurt
Only those, I...

I wish it were me instead of you
It was a war in there and I got out
I never should have
The war out here's a lot more difficult

Those white lines seem so sweet
Those red eyes seem to fix it all
What helped most, the amnesia?
White lines, I need ya
White lines, I got ya
Solemn Sold Soul Said Satan
Solitary solitude, shed shears
Temporary takeoff, tense tears
Maybe my last poem , or maybe...
Written by
Armand-DeamoJC  21/M/South Aftica
(21/M/South Aftica)   
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   Srijani Sarkar
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