The lines in between the green are full of dirt and human feces, but I find comfort.
Yellow, bright as the sun, but they don't blind me.
Red, hot with anger and hate, but they don't burn me.
Grey, fading to a dim, cold, colorless stone and yet is still my silver lining
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
The lines in between the green are full of dirt and human feces, but I find comfort.
Yellow, bright as the sun, but they don't blind me.
Red, hot with anger and hate, but they don't burn me.
Grey, fading to a dim, cold, colorless stone and yet is still my silver lining
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