What if I told you I don't like the colour black anymore?
would you get reminded of the things we used to talk about before?
What if I became quieter and didn't cry for everything that hurt me?
would you ask me why I've changed or shrug it off like it's unnecessary?
What if I stopped smiling every 5 seconds of the day?
would you put the puzzles together and realise it's you who's making me this way?
What if I turn back one day?
Would you beg me to stop like I'd do
Or watch as I walk away
?
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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