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Some days I’m orange
And others,
Lilac
But sometimes I’m even a very light shade of blue.
Periwinkle perhaps.
There’s a fluffy pink cloud with rain the color yellow
but only there is something special about this cloud.
A golden shimmer.
When the droplets fall and hit your skin
it feels magical.
like hope. and serenity.
A sprinkle that fills you with everything you wish to feel.
Eternal happiness.
Except.
There is always another side.
There is a pitch black air that sweeps in.
You can’t escape it.
And this darkness is like no other I say.
When it surrounds you, you cannot see.
You cannot feel.
And you cannot breathe.
You are consumed by a toxic void of confusion
doubt
hopelessness.
You start to question.
you don’t know where to go.
Your memories
Your thoughts
Your existence
Piece by piece
It dissipates Into thin air.
Vanished.
You are gone.
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