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how does one know when they've had enough
because for months
and weeks
and for days
including this very one
i have reached points
that have felt like stabs
my head is pulsing
stop, stop, stop
this life is not bad
I've seen my share of yellows and baby blues
"it is what you make of it"
but how can i possibly see a rainbow
through these blurry eyes
please
I wasn't born to be colorblind
because for months
and weeks
and for days
including this very one
i have reached points
that have felt like stabs
my head is pulsing
stop, stop, stop
this life is not bad
I've seen my share of yellows and baby blues
"it is what you make of it"
but how can i possibly see a rainbow
through these blurry eyes
please
I wasn't born to be colorblind
Published 14th Mar 2019
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