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Don't be afraid to feel like the only way is to opt for the gray,

When the only way to truly escape sets in,

and you move swiftly.

So achingly relieved I'll never run into you again,

When all you accomplished in this town

Was making me grateful I have skin.

Seems most of me is still intact

Although it took some years.

And just because my love seeps to the darkest crevices

Its involuntary. 

This doesn't make it less pure,

Just a nuisance to the victims.

I witness the burden they bear through every quiver.

A javelin through the center of my parched tongue.

Always expecting something more pleasant,

A tedious, repulsive way.

Optimism is only healthy in moderation,

And now I'll opt for the gray.

With a push from a lover's hand

I'm ready to retreat back into Where Nothing Can Feel