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Every colors you turned to, you faded to, was once white.
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WHITE.
what is it that I feel IF anything at all?
Passedthroughdifferentphasesoflife
ButNothinginmyworldmadedie
I was strong because I was trying to be.
 like those mannequins in the mall,these eyes keep stare without a blink.
This dream is hollow .
Exit to my existence is from where I enter.
 I've cried my eyes till I drenched to bones. 
We all are lunatic here,
 devastated by the beautiful things
 we try to make them, ours.