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I was made of color,

until I was trapped in his cage

He was my first lover.

I never got to flip the page.

Then I started breathing poison.

That’s when I hear the voices,

Saying, “Just another, maybe a minute fill up the cup then put something else in it.”

My color was faded.

My eyes where darker and the world was shaded.

No one seemed to speak.

Oh I felt so week.

I always felt more comfortable writing in a girls POV idk why I just always have. But this poem I really like a lot and a lot more powerful ones to come!