Blue is a Becoming Colour

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I do not feel sad.
I am sad.

I become my emotion and it is all consuming.
It roars like flames in my throat and crashes like waves in my lungs.
Leads tears holes through me, sinking my chest and caving my breath.

I do not feel anything.
I simply am.

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