Love is like a drug, that addiction,
to the feeling of something other than nothing
than the numbness, and the hole inside my heart,
Is it good for me? Or is it bad? And am I destined to be alone?
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Green, the hue associated with peace,
Enticed by the trees surrounding my being,
The breath of nature surrounding my being,
Bringing calmness and light into my corrupt dark soul,
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