A dream
Dreaming of color
Burned it in my mind
But then I wake up,
My hands stained raven
Looking at you now, yes you
Am I unneeded?
Am I just in the way too?
When I close my eyes,
I see a phantom,
of what I could be
I can't see the simple things I'm meant to keep,
What am I supposed to be?
Forever alone and stuck
I can't escape this place
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