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With hunger killing you

You quench your thirst first,

For everything's blue 

Till everything's dry.


You know you need colors,

True love and pure hatred,

Laughter and tears

Which may not bring you glorified honors.


If this ink was black,

My desk black,

Then my soul, my heart

And so would've been my life.


You know you need colors.


No one reads one's life

To find mere happiness,

One is inspired by the pain

Then learns to enjoy the rain.


Gulping down my voices,

Amplifying my unsaid thoughts

I write this as I realize

No one has loved if never fought.

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