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Nov 2018
This is not a beautiful poem, because you never made me feel beautiful. This is how I feel: mostly blue(sad)mostly red(angry), and the yellow is the old me. Stained white is what I became because of you.
This is how I feel every time you break my soul, this is why I always feel down. Never up always down.
arthohos
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