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As a child I had come to the belief That the color black had no friends.   Starring at my ceiling in the night, I would fight, trying to find the hues of blue, red and green. Trying as if I were flying without wings   And all I could think was black is mean.   Other colors run away   Because black has no day. It is the unknown the future the past It is the person that finishes last -the supposed worst It is the person that finishes first -the one that can never quite quench their thirst It is hatred. It is love It is difference It is normalcy Black is the friend you are always with. The moth attracting a flame.   Hiding from the rain because water washes things away Our troubles Fears Joys   and Bliss Who would we be if it were not for everything?   Black is the absorbtion of all colors   Instead of being none It is one Black is everything I never could be It hides the flaws I never wish to see. Black is anything, but me.   Black is the end of the spectrum we'll never know. Black is the color with not much to show.
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
Black
As a child I had come to the belief That the color black had no friends.   Starring at my ceiling in the night, I would fight, trying to find the hues of blue, red and green. Trying as if I were flying without wings   And all I could think was black is mean.   Other colors run away   Because black has no day. It is the unknown the future the past It is the person that finishes last -the supposed worst It is the person that finishes first -the one that can never quite quench their thirst It is hatred. It is love It is difference It is normalcy Black is the friend you are always with. The moth attracting a flame.   Hiding from the rain because water washes things away Our troubles Fears Joys   and Bliss Who would we be if it were not for everything?   Black is the absorbtion of all colors   Instead of being none It is one Black is everything I never could be It hides the flaws I never wish to see. Black is anything, but me.   Black is the end of the spectrum we'll never know. Black is the color with not much to show.
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
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