Black

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Black on the inside of my eyelids

Black in my heart

Black in the crevices of my inner sanctity

Black is the way I feel when I see the rising sun

Black is the way I feel when I hear laughter

Black is the way I feel when I see everyone living

Black is the way I feel when yet another person

Asks me if I'm okay

Black is my answer

Black is the way I feel when I think of her

Blacker I feel when I think of you two together

Dead I wish to be

*A/N: In no way, form did I intend to offend anyone. By Black I did not mean skin color, Race/Ethnicity or stereotype. I meant it as the colors relations to feelings.*

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