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Orange

Orange, the perfect color for me. The odd one, the bright one. Fire is orange and I have fire in me. Orange is beautiful, I am too you see. Orange always manages to stand out, I too stand out,always wanting to fit in. A tear tickles my chin, as the thought of never to fit in swims in my mind. A friend is what I need, a friend in orange I always find. Because you see, orange is the color for me. Nothing will ever rhyme with orange, and nobody will ever choose me.
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Mar 25, 2013
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