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Red was my loved ones,
Orange my crazy ones,
Yellow my own self wonder.

Green was my choices,
Blue was my non-positive voices,
Purple my own self ponder.

But when mixed together,
Brown is the new found better, of dead dreams and feelings gone to waste.

So be unlike me,
Find who you truly see, and maybe,
Just maybe, you won't end on both knees.
Sasha
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Sasha  14/F/New Zealand
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