Published: 08 Dec 2023 › Updated: 08 Dec 2023
White.
I'm tired of looking for happiness
Of plucking white flowers
Where I only find sacks of meat
Immobile
I'm alone here looking for affection.
I'm tired of looking for purity
Where there is not
With this fake smile
That doesn't fool even a child
And this young body
Can't find unconditional love
The memory is so sad
It's there somewhere
Among your ashes.
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