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ChocolateVisual Jun 2015
In a world that is only black and white
I am purple
Never have my eyes caught the sight
of an another common person
I wish if I could fly a flight
that would throw me to another portal

There I land on the wet green grass
that was coming from an old hail
Then I found this gleaming crown made of glass
and I walk on the rusty old rail
And I walk and I walk and I walk
until it is the beginning of my fairy-tale

I was the monarch with the crown, the queen of this town
and I turned frowns upside down
But reality woke me up, and gave me a sip of what it feels like
to be the only purple around
& then I realized that the pain I held inside,
was only to help me build the gown and wear the crown.
For I stand to be
the queen of eccentricity

— The End —