I walked home that school that day. It was raining and lonely. I didn't talk much to Josh that day because I didn't want the teacher to hear.
I was now alone, in a disgusting mix of yellows.
I hate the color yellow. It reminds me of exams and the thorns on roses. It's a violent and unpleasant color.
Which it probably why I was made of it.

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Colors\\ Joshler
FanfictionI see colors that others don't. I also see someone that others don't.