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I'm not that great at introductions but here I go..
I'm Mickey, Mickey Dewitt.
I lived in Boston all my life.
I never talked back. I never spoke up.
But how did I end up sitting here?
Waiting. Waiting for what?
Waiting for an answer.
I want to know how I ended up sitting here waiting for the Judge to sentence me..
I WANT TO KNOW! I want to know what I did wrong.
I want to see what I left in my wake.
I want too so bad but good things come to those who wait....right?
I try to see what I left behind. I try to know what I did wrong.
Rephrase that, I don't want to try, I want to understand what I did wrong.
I'm trying but every time I look behind at what's left all I see is yellow.
Y. E. L. L. O. W.
I wonder why this color floods my vision every time I look behind me.
I'll just have to leave it be for now. Answers will come and answer my questions one day.
But for now I must wait.
J. U. S. T.
Sometimes I wish I was color blind.
The color yellow blinds me but not like I want it to. I want it to fill me with pleasure but why does it fill me with dread?
Yellow is a weird lukewarm color.
It fills me with dread.
It fills me with anger.
It fills me with happiness.
It fills me with bitterness.
It fills me to the brim with emotions.
I. S. N'. T.
I cry when I'm happy.
I smile when I'm angry.
I smirk when I'm bitter.
I grin when I'm filled to the brim with dread.
F. O. R
Y. O. U.
..Yellow..
It's choking me.
It's flooding my system.
It's blinding me.
It's filling me to the brim.
It's spilling out of my mouth.
It's biting at my throat.
It's tricking me into doing things.
It's chomping at the bit.
M. A. Y. B. E.
I. T'. S
F. O. R.
It's just hard to explain what this color does to me.
Really is but I guess for now you get the last laugh.
M. E.
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