When you’re alone, everything seems
weird and empty.
Life is no more green as trees
or red as love.
Everything is white now, like
the smoke from my cigarette.
And this smoke is involved around me,
not letting me bring out the right and wrong.
Not letting me breathe or comprehend.
And this white blurs me with something more
than I can understand.
– in White.
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