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Blue/Grey
Blue is a feeling, a feeling of being lost. Her favorite color is blue. She turned me blue. She made me into something I didn’t want to be. I look at myself in the mirror and all I see is a grey world with me being blue. This grey world is dead and beaten there’s nothing here but a blue me. She changed something in me; she made me into something I disgrace.
Published 5th Jun 2012
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5th Jun 2012 6:19pm
The mind is one with it at all times and is therefore also dissipated.
Nothing of you remains. There is no survival or reincarnation or "immortal soul," "conscious entity."
As far as that goes you are the exact equal of a drop of water & have the same possibility! Or an electron. Or a cabbage.
Nothing of you remains. There is no survival or reincarnation or "immortal soul," "conscious entity."
As far as that goes you are the exact equal of a drop of water & have the same possibility! Or an electron. Or a cabbage.
8th Jun 2012 5:39pm
10th Jun 2012 10:29am
2nd Jul 2013 9:02am
aaww... I really felt this poem...
relatable and short.
Me likes! :-)
relatable and short.
Me likes! :-)
