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Nov 2017
Tell me great painter?
Do I end up Happy?

Or was my fate decided the day you chose to paint me black and grey?

No pastels of vivid lush meadows
Or bright sunsets

No; just soft hues of inky misconfiguration
Blurred lines on page
Depression as its finest. Questioning why i was born this way. What is normal?
Kellin
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