keeping things all the same usually seem sensless and wasteful i mean life changes on its own doesnt it? why dont we just help it. stop; smell the flowers even though you have that itch in you knowing you shouldnt. you havent the time for such childish things any longer. keeping all thoughts in your mouth and your mouth clamped tightly shut. bright colors slowly drift away untill you are simply a shade of mauve white and grey. no livleyness perhaps you did die a little when you moved here perhaps you just grew up completly. i feel bad for you though no one should have to deal with leaving behind all color and though. simply put best by the words of an artist someone who feels and knows colors the way the world sees them as a child keeping that sight is difficult and yet refreshing it is sad most of you has lost it.we took the train to pittsburg she hugged me and i wished her a sweet goodbye. never said once to many but always wishing ther was no such thing.
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