In life I think I believe we each follow a colour through and through, but like raindrops in an ocean, the colours seem to mix and just when you thought you were chasing the green you end up with the purple. And forever these colours are mixing, intertwining and overlapping, until you have a mess of brown and not a clue where to find your roots. But if you look beneath the surface the colours peek out at you, kissing your soul with the brightest of smiles and touching your eyes with the slightest of hope, that appears to be just the smallest tinge of green.
lets burn this city with our words,
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