Chapter One

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Colour: Grey!

My good days are disguised as bad days
I might seem normal but I sometimes care about what people say
Caught up in my emotions,something I hate to display
I get too attached with people who never stay

Friends. Choices. Bad ones.
Friends are bad choices in human form
Their poison they always sugercot
You walk away from their toxicity and they make it your fault
They gas light,make you want to stay even when you don't

Sometimes I prefer staying on my own
Laugh with my reflection like I'm on drugs,an overdose
Run around the house naked,cry out loud for no one knows
I stitch a smile even when I'm broken,it never shows

My good days are disguised as bad ones
I sometimes hate myself,I refer to myself as a sad one
Emotions run skin deep,they can wither just like grass
Hearts are meant to be broken for nothing is meant to last...

Forever.

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