Pink isn't feminine

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"You've figured out what I've got

right?" She asked me, her eyes glazing

over with tears as she stared at the sizzling 

concrete.

I stared blankly at her perfection.

"I mean pink hair.. c'mon."

It clicked suddenly.

"Cancer?"

"Yeah.. this thing is a wig."

She fiddled with the hem 

of her sweater nervously.

I just smiled at her, "How much

longer have we got?"

"300 days."

I took her hands into mine.

"Then let's make them the best

300 days." We ran out into the

lively night as the clouds began to bruise

 and the sky turned charcoal , we'll just 

exist for awhile, we'll be okay for 300 minus

days.

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I DONT GET YEARS

BUT THAT'S OKAY BY ME

WE'LL LIVE OUT OUR FEARS

AND JUST SIMPLY BE