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Everything felt alive; burning red with fiery ardour
Brilliant like the leaves falling in the autumn night
Yet now, like darkened crimson—dull and all the same
A colour just so frigid, spreading on the icy white
And at once, it all feels different—nothing quite like before
A splinter of cold abyss, swallowing up the light of day
A shard of glass—piercing; tearing through fragile strings
Seeping, grasping; pulling me apart in every way
Everything felt alive; glowing gold with brightened fervour
A radiant light shining; boldness filled with hope and passion
Yet now, like black ink rising—heavy; weighing, tearing down
A fog so thick and blinding—seeping, faded, pale, and ashen
But despite how it seems like there’s nothing left to fix
I still want to pick up the shattered pieces that remain
After all, even the loveliest mosaics can be made
From the ugliest broken dreams and the worst aching pain