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May 2013
Look. What do you see?

I see Black.
But it's not the color Black.
It's emptiness and void.  
It's a heavy heart and a tight stomach.  
It's gasping for air.
It's heavy limbs weighted down with the burdens
of everything most people will never understand.

It's the feeling Black.
The feeling of being lost in a cold dark alley.
The feeling of being unsafe.
Feeling like passing through many different scenes unnoticed
and not necessarily wanted.
Feeling overwhelmed with negativity to the point
where all muscles give up and goals are unreachable.
Feeling the absence of hope.

I see Black.
And I feel as such.
Written by
Ashley
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