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Dec 2020
The moment after It
all colour drains from the world

I realise I am empty
I was chasing a lie

everything is grey
it was always grey
I was just high on It
because I thought It was a rainbow
It wasn't

existence is suffocating in moments like these

and very soon I'll choose to return to It
that's the sad part
You'll probably want to read a happier poem in times like these. But ******* I don't care!
...
I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from.
Written by
coulorfulSmoke  25/M/Ottawa
(25/M/Ottawa)   
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