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Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone☁
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red....

•Why am I not scared in the morning?
I don't hear those voices calling,
I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out,
I swear I heard demons yelling,
Those crazy words they were spelling,
They told me I was gone, they told me I was gone.