it's too white in here,
too clear, too black and white
no grey
it hurts my eyes
the windows to my soul
it's in this white that
i have to admit
that what probably hurts most
beyond all comprehension of ways of life
is the question
why
why did you throw it all away?
it'd leave anyone inevitably
with the stale aftertaste of a doubt
that permeates all wisdom
that I and you weren't worth it after all
that our love was something
that could be thrown away
I know I can't talk like this
but in white nights like this
I sometimes can't help myself
letting the demons in
letting them in
one more time
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