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What a cold place the world can be when nothing’s left to gain reprieve. Stuck in a picture, without blush, knowing that the teals and hues will never be used to set you free... No longer being able to believe in the least degree. Life’s a funny thing though, for one day you can see what the day before could not be gleaned… The white turns off of the grey stage and prisms onto your own page. With vision restored you’re welcomed into the colors warmth.
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
Naked of Hope
What a cold place the world can be when nothing’s left to gain reprieve. Stuck in a picture, without blush, knowing that the teals and hues will never be used to set you free... No longer being able to believe in the least degree. Life’s a funny thing though, for one day you can see what the day before could not be gleaned… The white turns off of the grey stage and prisms onto your own page. With vision restored you’re welcomed into the colors warmth.
jurtin-albine
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
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