dear jimmy

because of you
I use to see colors
but now all I see is grey
at one point your purpose 
was intended to be a medicine 
but you turned into a drug
and now I'm a struggling addict
that's going through withdrawals-
tell me how to get the colors of my life back that I gave to you
because when I said I loved you so much that I was willing to give you everything;
I didn't think you would keep it all when you left

This poem is about: 
Me

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