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Black

by jessica-21

There's only one thing I see Black. There seems to be only one thing Black. The blackness goes on and one Always Endlessly Infinitely Permanently BLACK Forever black. I hardly remember colors. I sort of remember red kind of green or maybe it was blue how would i know, i can't remember what color went with what name. maybe it was yellow or pink or orange or white. white. the opposite of black. what a luxury an unappreciated luxury to see the opposite of black. what a luxury to see anything other than black. black. thats the only color i'm certain of. i see it all the time. i wake up black. i try to walk black. i do nothing black. i go to sleep black. and the cycle repeats day after day after day the cycle repeats. Black. it's boring and i'm sick of it but it's all i have. black.
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Apr 19, 2014
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