my whole world was pure white
laughter cleaned it
music lit it
everything was so perfect
until there came a storm
and there was no shelter
the thunder painted my world black
bit by bit
my tears came out in the form of blood
and my world grew redder and blacker
till i had not a damn clue
who i was
i roamed around looking for refuge, when there was none
black was the terror
red was my fear
i was so muddled up in these two
i forgot to look for the white that i first lived in
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