Purple
It keeps me calm
Means the empathy
Inside me, warming me
Is also killing me
Black
It makes me cherish
The happy memories
Means the sanity
Inside me, slipping away
Red
It makes me think of luck
Of hoping that my old loves
Are not a reason to give up the next
Yet also how I shall never
Be loved.
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