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numbness is not romanticpain is not beautyand struggling is not beautiful
i saw what you went through. i saw the sadness in your eyes. i know that you thought what they said was true. and everyone who trys to help you dry your crying eyes, you push away.
Glancing out the dusty window, I see the mist slowly fall, I look into the mirror hanging on my wall, I inspect myself thoroughly finding things to blame, I pick and prod and tear apart my body’s external frame,
Life to you is black and white with a coat of gray in between You fail to see the brighter side, the red, yellow, blue, and green The world is filled with color with more to life than you'll ever know