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Oct 2015
i stare at the white ceiling
and see all kinds of things.

i see blankness
         colour
then darkness.

i see an empty, white canvas
                                      canvas is painted with light pink
                                                                               light green
                                                                               light blue
                                                                               light colours.

but then one day, the canvas was painted dark blue
                                                                          dark purple
                                                                          dark red
                                                                          dark grey.

then when the pain couldn't stop, it turned black.
                                                                             to darkness.
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
(21/F/tokyo)   
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