colorless
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I see color but with low saturation
If only I had back that sensation
I cant remember the last time anything looked vibrant.
Slice
drip
slice
drop
a pattern i wont soon repeat
something inside me changed one day, my thoughts held a fog over them.
It made it diffulct to see
slice
drip
slice
Stumbling, uncertain, shaking, I fall
And stare up blankly, in fear, in helplessness,
As my world intensifies.
Colors take on supernatural, disturbing shades of themselves,
