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Red eyes sting to blink

Words that smell of roses but

It is just perfume

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Orange mornings come

I’m a new person each sun

You stay the same though

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Yellow teeth asking

Is my story based on things

That happened to me

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Green proves the season

I grow from the inside out

Not the outside in

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Blue since the fifth grade

Storms did not make the ocean

I weathered many

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Indigo skin heals

Broken souls mend uneven

Never look the same

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Violet nights come

I can see you in the dark

But not in the light

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Pinky promise that

My story is based on things

I chose to become

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Clear your throat to say

How you choose to define me

I am always more

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Light bends never breaks

Colors show after rough seas

But were always there

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Shadows made from light

Hiss you are nothing without

What they put you through

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Blackholes start as stars

You let your trauma shape you

It sucked the life out

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White lies speak your truth

Mine is told before the womb

I made me, not you

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Some colors I picked

Some colors were picked for me

I am what I chose