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Blue skies. They were your favorite. When the sky resembled the ocean and it was full of clouds. They were your sanctuary. Looking up whenever in distress or confusion. No matter how hard someone tried to give you something that wasnt blue, they would always fail. Blue was your happy colour; your calm colour. You look at it when you cry,when in anger and in need of cheering up. But for some reason, you always make an exception for the blazing fiery sunsets. They're so far apart from blue, but you stay outside to enjoy it anyway.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
Skies
Blue skies. They were your favorite. When the sky resembled the ocean and it was full of clouds. They were your sanctuary. Looking up whenever in distress or confusion. No matter how hard someone tried to give you something that wasnt blue, they would always fail. Blue was your happy colour; your calm colour. You look at it when you cry,when in anger and in need of cheering up. But for some reason, you always make an exception for the blazing fiery sunsets. They're so far apart from blue, but you stay outside to enjoy it anyway.
To some people, we are the sunsets;the only exception.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
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