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Drowning in color that isn't even mine
Opening my eyes, to see I'm colorblind.
What seems to be happy, for me is grey
What seems to be blue for me is rage.
Choking, not being able to breathe,
Restrained only to be at my feet.
I stand yet not tall enough,
My words not reaching high above.
My voice is weak, my component is tough..
I have no fight, nor bluff.
In the end I'll always fail,
For I know that I am frail.
Tears falling as I write these words,
Reminded by the true harsh world.
Such low hopes, what to do?
I ask myself, knowing there's no answer to commit to...
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