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Closet

I spent my years in the closet no, not like that. I spent my years in the closet, my clothes were my skin, Black clothes meant please help me, blue clothes meant I'm getting sad Tie dye meaning I want to be free, Yellow clothes meaning I was happy, I realized I never looked good in yellow.
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Jul 24, 2015
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