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If you were to place a white box in my room, You would be able to see the colours of my life passing through. From pitch black to deep red hues, It's like a year passes through. But rarely would we find such a solitary white object.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
White
If you were to place a white box in my room, You would be able to see the colours of my life passing through. From pitch black to deep red hues, It's like a year passes through. But rarely would we find such a solitary white object.
Messiah
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
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