A million faces gave me love
To sleep
But no one took the time
To feel my grief
I cried alone
On crispy white sheets
I woke up to the filth
All around me
Always surrounded by
A million blue moons
You could change their color
According to your needs
Every moment of everyday
Killed me
Yet I managed to hold on
To the threads of uncertainty
So silky and smooth
Always got me weak
At my knees
Disbelief!
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