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ceruleanblue
ceruleanblue War gives birth to toys we can't stop.
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I knew I was insane, but I loved it.
| Author's Note |: The end of this story is in the title of the poem.

Reflection

Your voice was soft, loud and clear

Your voice was soft, loud and clear In that sad and painful reality

Your voice was soft, loud and clear In that sad and painful reality It was you, my friend, my dear

Your voice was soft, loud and clear In that sad and painful reality It was you, my friend, my dear that saved me from that profanity.

I was lost without your stare

I was lost without your stare you kept me alive and you've never failed

I was lost without your stare you kept me alive and you've never failed You would play with me 'Truth or Dare?'

I was lost without your stare you kept me alive and you've never failed You would play with me 'Truth or Dare?' I would draw you, you would tell me tales.

People looked at me and got concerned

People looked at me and got concerned they thought I was cold, like a voodoo

People looked at me and got concerned they thought I was cold, like a voodoo they didn't ask me why, but I didn't care

People looked at me and got concerned they thought I was cold, like a voodoo they didn't ask me why, but I didn't care because you were like me, and I was like you

Time has passed but I will never forget

the way you laughed and smiled at me,

I was the painter, you were my palette,

but you're just a mirror, my fake reality.

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