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Lately it feels as if I’m dressed in black,
devoid of all color.
But it suits me, this feeling.
It is as if I’m mourning my own existence.
The life I’m not truly living.
That other life, that I’ve denied myself.
That life that I’ve only just brushed the surface,
unable or unwilling to dive deeper into what it means,
to live that life.
I long to live that life, however briefly it may be.
Full of color, full of life.
Not this diminished thing that I cling to so strongly.
So black is not so bad a color,
I look good in it, anyway.
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Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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