Before, they were there,
on display,
all shiny and bright,
last barrier against
pain. Now I
only empty shelves, no more
to protect me, even
words.
Maybe if I'm going
tired of my continuous
complain
on my mood.
I just know that I miss
and I do not know what to do, without them
my world has lost all color.
Bigg
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