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Nov 2013
He turned on the light and I shouted because nothing felt as good against my bleeding heart than the blanket of black I had surrounded it with.
Light means inspiration and joy and painting with purple while listening to music, but black lets time stand still.
Black doesn't tell you to inhale deeply because there are more atoms in your lungs than stars in the universe.
Black holds on to you and doesn't care that your blood gets on her clothes.
Harlow
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