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He's a rainbow full of sugarcoated words scattering around the endless skies. He is;
a. Red - he's not as good as you imagine. He
bleeds blood bringing
brokenness because being boy
made him mad. He was taught to become selfless, he thought once he break someone's heart, it will satisfy him.
b. Orange - he made marmalade and orange jams and threw it into the sky of nothingness. To bring at least one color to make other people happy. But you know how sour his face can be when someome cannot appreciate his kindness? That the marmalade he shared came out to be rotten papaya, a rotten feelings towards a girl whom he thought gave him sincere love.
c. Yellow - he has this face of a fallen angel. His wings, broken and his face as pale as the night's sky when touching the sea. He knew already that when he fell, the sun despised him of being stubborn. But he despise himself more, for falling to someone who gave him assurance that he'll fall into a cotton candy land.
d. Green - he spits words like he's a son of the forest. "Our humanity traps us open"
I remember how he became heartless the moment he saw his favorite girl kissed a man full of white-colored roses. No, it was a girl who kissed a floor begging for her own government to free her from being Magdalene.
Why do I need to continue describing each colors he became when he's straight looking at you, still giving you the beauty you deserve. Giving you each broken pieces you're destined to recreate.
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