I am a very fade color
To expect the brightness of the colours of others to brighten me up ,
I am a very lost wanderer
To even try to find a refuge in memories.
I carry the remnants of yesterday within me
In a sandbag ,
I don't punch it . I am no longer obsessed with hurting myself ,
But it heats up
Once it sees the same bees of yesterday
Drilling holes , in the balloon of today ,
And when it does ,
My insides burn .
Honestly ,
My fear is larger and louder than my love,
And you will keep trying to find the reason of my fear ,
As I see love getting washed away ,
Snatched away ,
Drop by drop ,
Peice by peice.
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