The Whitest

The walking colour.


My words of convenience and the frustrating meninglessness are opposites in my spinning confidence.


I'm selfdestructive and lonely.


The warmth of happiness is floating in my veins.


Makes me want to tear you.


Makes me want to glow.


The whitest boy.


In a world of colours.


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