when i was fourteen,
they found a solution.
they called them 'happy pills'.
my parents forced me to take them,
one every morning at six am.
it took a few days to show up,
but the colours were there.
my hair was called blonde,
and my room was called pink.
disgusting.

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black. [completed]
Short Storythe problem solved, the answer was found. book four in the colours series, this should be read last. [lowercase intended]