You showed me your truest color down to the shade and I still tried to help you.
That wasn’t done off good deed, I did that because sometimes our truest color isn’t understood.
Broken reflection cause these things. Invalidated sacrifices.
I tried to help you to grant myself certainty your truest color was a contradiction of your heart.
That your heart was pure and hurting. It was selfish and hungry.
I was wrong. I crawled the extra mile only to reveal your truest color could absorb energy.
I didn’t give up on you in the day, I was comfortable being your shadow, fallback, the slack picker.
I prayed for you at night, but anyone that empathize or can replicate your hue knows the prayer is for my freedom.
Let me go.
I built you by believing what’s inside of me was inside of you.
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I really enjoyed this, so thank you. There are people in this world who are like the one that you described. I’ve met a few, and many do not want to help themselves. Your way of expressing that desire to get them to see life through your own eyes, only to inevitably accept that your efforts were in vain, is incredibly true and excellent writing. Great work!