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Feb 2019
I was never the kind of person who was
always believing the colors of the world
happenning ahead
Sure I’m aware of what is red
it’s pretty similar to rivers of love
surrounded by hearts of the dead
but color blind people see differently
As well as other beings which
make us question colors reality so
How are we sure that
what we’re feeing is felt...
When we need to reach out for help..
What are the little things
that we focus on
that should just be left out?
If how loud we’re screaming
comes off as just a mere shout

-I am not a product of my environment
Written by
Constantia  20/F
   Em MacKenzie
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