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there is comfort in living in black the devoid of color makes life seem more meaningful as if pain has got it's bludgening purpose but then you came along sprouted from the ground petals in pastels and colors all around and my god i'll keep my eyes open forever if it means the black has gone to color and you promise me that you'll never find any other
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
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there is comfort in living in black the devoid of color makes life seem more meaningful as if pain has got it's bludgening purpose but then you came along sprouted from the ground petals in pastels and colors all around and my god i'll keep my eyes open forever if it means the black has gone to color and you promise me that you'll never find any other
lisa-benson
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
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