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Life's bland, monochromatic. Life's lost colour, I lost my companions. Life's empty, emotional instability weighing me down heavy. As heavy as expectation, Or self introspection

For when tears slowly reflect the fears And the demons are the only peers I'm the quarter of the shell Of a man. Turned to God, hoping for meaning in my survival Asked for help, received a Bible Asked for a friend, worshipped an idol.

Life's bland, repeats like a vinyl Life's lost colour, I feel suicidal Life's empty. So what am I in comparison?

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