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The first word you've ever spoken to me:
"Why?"
I looked at you,
But not in confusion,
In awe and admiration.
By joy and cheer.
Then you repeated,
Because you didn't get any return.
"Why did you do it this way?"
Oh, not what I imagined it was,
So many possibilities haunting my head,
Tears ready to stream down my face.
It was a Math problem,
Which you didn't get why,
Even though it wasn't how I thought,
It was the very first moment you've ever spoken to me.
The first moment I've ever felt,
Happiness and anger
All at once.
And it made me notice something:
If I can feel them altogether,
It means both happiness
And anger are
actually the same.
And they are red.
One is burning red
When the other is calm.
What others don't understand is
Colors are great definitions
Of emotions.
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Author's Note:
Thanks to Hali for making me realise that anger is also red. ;)
Dedicated to influent. She's so great and so is her story.
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