I walk through this gray world of gray people, who are oblivious to the fact no color surrounds them. They laugh. They smile. They paint with shades of gray that have been assigned different names. They say some are dull. They say some are vibrant, But there is no such thing as color. It is all dull. It is just an endless grey creation. We should all accept this as fact before it drives us to insanity, but we have too much hope and pride. I used to, at least. The lack of color has consumed me. Now even my emotions, are gray.
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My Internal Monologue
РазноеI guess this will kind of be my diary but with a creative twist... So yeah. Most things will be vague. Not sure if this is triggering to anyone. If it is, inform me. Different things trigger different people.
