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Dec 2020
I'm seeing the world in black and white
Music is just noise
Conversations are just words
All food tastes the same
All art looks the same
All objects seem the same
Sitting here
Writing this
I feel nothing
Nothing at all
Everything is just so subtle
and colourless
and quiet
Written by
Leah Carr  14/Gender Fluid/lost
(14/Gender Fluid/lost)   
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