fifteen.

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i'd been in peace for months,

they wanted to put me back with the colours.

i screamed and clawed at them,

as they dragged me away from peace.

my head was already straining,

spinning and screaming.

my eyes slowly closed,

the white fading to grey,

and the grey fading,

until all i saw was,

black.

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