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Laughing at the Sky
Dust, in the air
The spectrum of humanity, good and bad.
Black and white.
Being submerged in the black feels unnatural, unlike me.
I'm calling on my star for something unattainable,
pushed under the carpet.
It's presence sparkled when I saw a child laughing at the sky.
To wear blue, and feel serene,
To wear yellow, and feel joy,
To wear pink, and feel love,
To wear purple, and feel life.
I used to wear Innocence.
I dress differently now,
I wear emerald green, and feel anxious,
I wear a cloudy grey, and feel impersonal.
I wear stained white, and feel everything
I wear only black, and feel nothing.
I wear sin now.
I'm all the things I once wished upon a star not to be.
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