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the color of happiness; my favorite for as long as my hands learned of brush strokes and canvases so vibrant, comforting the color of you; my favorite for as long as my hands felt the warmth of yours in a struggle I've never been through so safe, comforting My dearest orange, I'm glad you exist.
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Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 2:38 PM UTC
orange
the color of happiness; my favorite for as long as my hands learned of brush strokes and canvases so vibrant, comforting the color of you; my favorite for as long as my hands felt the warmth of yours in a struggle I've never been through so safe, comforting My dearest orange, I'm glad you exist.
last for now aight adios
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21/M/Philippines
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 2:38 PM UTC
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