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Black Chuck Taylor's, with motor oiled stained laces, always match Black V-necks or a shirt of any color with a Black zip-up hoody Blue jeans, stone washed, brand new, old pair, new style, always denim Black matches everything, looks classy, hard to keep clean But when blue and purple, orange and green, and some shades of green and yellow look the same, Fashion isn't so fun and shopping becomes an exercise in humility "Excuse me miss, does this shirt match this tie?" "Excuse me sir, but can you tell me what color shirts I can wear with these shoes?" The world doesn't understand. I don't see the same colors of the world and I'm clothed Black not from depression, no, not that depression, a different kind The kind that's only mine The kind that can stand by you and watch a different sunset, The kind that sees different hues in A Starry Night, The kind that would love to paint, but can't even draw the lines to color inside of, much less paint the right colors in the first place It's crazy to think of seeing the world through another's eyes but if we ever figure it out Hold my spot in line.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
When Blue and Purple, Green and Orange, Yellow and Green (almost always) look the same
Black Chuck Taylor's, with motor oiled stained laces, always match Black V-necks or a shirt of any color with a Black zip-up hoody Blue jeans, stone washed, brand new, old pair, new style, always denim Black matches everything, looks classy, hard to keep clean But when blue and purple, orange and green, and some shades of green and yellow look the same, Fashion isn't so fun and shopping becomes an exercise in humility "Excuse me miss, does this shirt match this tie?" "Excuse me sir, but can you tell me what color shirts I can wear with these shoes?" The world doesn't understand. I don't see the same colors of the world and I'm clothed Black not from depression, no, not that depression, a different kind The kind that's only mine The kind that can stand by you and watch a different sunset, The kind that sees different hues in A Starry Night, The kind that would love to paint, but can't even draw the lines to color inside of, much less paint the right colors in the first place It's crazy to think of seeing the world through another's eyes but if we ever figure it out Hold my spot in line.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
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