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Oct 2019
Violet,
The first ingredient to the making of me.
A gentle and pure color, perfect for kindness and dreams.
Violet is all of my being, it the beginning of me, the reason I'm living and the way I breathe.
Like the calm warm feeling I sometimes possess,
to the sad lonely one I get when they all left.

White,
Drizzled over my fresh young fleshy skin,
light as the summer breeze flowing through the air like wind.
Making me blend in with the others, the ones who like to win.
So I can be lost and forgotten and thrown in with the crowd. But that's when the

Red,
starts to kick in.
Making me pop and glow.
Its covers my head, flowing as I walk.
Making everyone around look and stop.
It makes me stand out, and it makes me rare, but no matter what it was always there. Then goes the

Black,
For the feelings I express, for the small dark part of me I can never dismiss.
Like the cruel cold way I treat my friends.
Never letting go, when it's clearly the end,
and never being a good enough friend.
From the clothes I wear and the way I act, most people remember me as the quiet girl in black.

Yellow,
For the way I feel when he looks at me,
like every bit of joy in the world belongs to me.
It was kept deep inside for none to see but his smile starts to bring out the yellow in me.
The happiness I feel when he holds my hand, or the bright warm shine I show when we dance.
Yellow is the happy he found in me, and the warm fuzzy feelings that needed to be free.

A cold icy blue,
For the stress I feel.
From the anxiety and self hatred to the depression and lack of expression in me.
The cold icy blue takes control of my thoughts.
It makes me say and do things believing I'll never be enough.
But the cold icy blue keeps me strong, ready to be loved, ready for acceptance, and ready for some fun.
It keeps me kind and keeps me quiet.
Silence is a skill, and must be learned well,
for people need to be listened to, and to feel acceptance as well.

All the colors that I feel deep inside,
they all make me who I am and give me my pride.
They make me love and sometimes feel accepted.
For colors are beautiful things, and should be kept protected,
cause no matter how dark a color may be, there will always be someone there to help set you free.
Every color has its own meaning, it's what you make of them that keeps you breathing.
Written by
Lemon  16/F/The Void
(16/F/The Void)   
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     Carlo C Gomez, MeanAileen and Fawn
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