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May 2016
Some days when I feel like a bruise of blues and violets
I look at old memories.
I was the color of yellow,freedom and happiness.
Rosy pinks when I was too shy to talk.
But now, I'm a deep red, passionate
Evolving into something beautiful.
SilentMetanoia
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   Myriah, --- and Bor ehgit
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