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May 3
….It was a maze of Beauty and Madness.
Each thought painted with a different color; a different image.
A different kind of Magic.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.

But you see…
Red was never really her color,  
and neither was blue.
Why couldn’t the Violets be violet, and the Roses be too.
F* it.
Let’s paint them yellow and green, orange and pink, even black and white too.

And so….
She left them all blank….
Waiting for the sky to turn green and the grass to turn blue.
Jessica B
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Jessica B  32/F
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