Sugar and I went to a big party today. There was a lot of people there and it was a weird party because even though everyone was dressed in black suits no one looked happy. I didn’t want to go because I don’t like parties at all but Sugar told me it would be okay so we went.
It wasn’t okay. Everyone was dressed in black suits. I was really confused. I used to know how to feel about black. I used to like black but now it’s harder because they took black away from me and even though I want it back I don’t. Then I remembered that when they took black away from me they forced me to see so maybe the black that I like is a different black and I just don’t know which one it is anymore because I’m not used to seeing.
That made me sad.
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