You muted me
in speech and in color.


You turned me grayscale,
a diluted version of myself.


I have never found
my voice again.


I am not as bright
as I once was.


Was I too loud for you?


Did my light blind you?


I hope you are satisfied
knowing what you turned me into...


a faded human being,
growing dimmer every day.

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