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They tell me I can go home soon.

I do not know if I want to.

A life without my color

Seems unreal.

But the color was unreal

I need to remind myself.

It was bad.

But I still sometimes think

It was a gift

In disguise.

But they took it away

Because they didn’t get one.

So clearly

I must

Be broken. 

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