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blended colors
It is painful to see every colors and every side of the story.
It is sometimes sickening to witness the depth of grief.
Hearing the silence of the tears and the loudness of inner screams. It is exhausting.
I'm tired understanding the complex agony of the person in front of me.
As you unravel yourself before my eyes, my colors blended with yours until I don't exist anymore.
I became invisible.
This is the heartache of understanding.
© sigrid
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