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4d
Silver is my favorite color, or at least it was. It wasn’t the typical silver, it was

shiny and tiny, the silver that cuts through things smoothly. In this case my

skin. My happy memories are all locked in a bin and thrown in the back of my

mind. The silver sending chills down my spine. As I look for any sign of the

happiness I once knew.
Written by
Clay Powell
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