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Apr 2015
Everything she wore was yellow
but all she felt was gray
gray like the fog that hung over her head and consumed her
in her life it felt red
but in her mind it was a black disarray
black lines that constantly intersected and would never untangle
her head hung white
blank
obnoxious
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obnoxious  United States
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   Rachel
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