bright and beautifuless
i woke up on that bright and beautiful morning
it was the morning after my end of the world
so bright for me being so dark
i didn't sleep
i didn't eat
i didn't care
my world had officially crashed
burning to a crisp
sadness over whelming me
just then i cried
and he didn't seem so important anymore
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