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My color isn't light as pink
It is as black as ink.
Like a place so dark
Where the dog always barks
Barks as their judgments
That made me turn into fragments.
Judgments can make a person fragile.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
❝ ❞
My color isn't light as pink
It is as black as ink.
Like a place so dark
Where the dog always barks
Barks as their judgments
That made me turn into fragments.
Judgments can make a person fragile.
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