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Blackness of insanity
crawling in around me.
Shadows of a different me
fade together endlessly.

I have always been black or white,
the inkblot picture of my life.
But who am I to say
grey's not the shade I was meant to be?

The sun keeps on setting
and more shadows follow me
I'm still alive, but lonely,
learning, letting grey become a part of me.

I miss the black and white
The simple answers, wrong and right;
the mystery, complexity of grey
will occupy my mind for another day.

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