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Black had always been in my wardrobe,
Black had always been in my hair,
In my eyes,
The color of my square glasses
The choker that always broke early
My darken shadow,
The chilling late night,
My hair band that couldn't hold my thick straight hair,
The matt lipstick that I first personally owned,
Black as the socks I worn to school weekly
Black as my first truly favorite color
Black as my first two real friend
Black as the girl who made me tear
Black as the one whom opened me up
Black as my eyeliner
The screen that reflects
My brothers bookbags
The mascara that I so afraid to put on
The gloves that every other so owned
The dark hallway of me waiting outside
In the room is a pitch black dark fear
My angel fighting through her dark night,
While I waited impatiently in my black pants,
My jacket as my tears landed on it
turns to raven blue,
Black as the boot and dress I worn to
My very angel last day above ground
Black as my soul as I enter the next two year of my life
Like the mask I first worn
And like the last I did so
But this last is no nor black
It was as white as the first socks I ever worn
White as my vision when I first saw black
And as white that waken me every mornings
And as black that sleepin me every nights
I tear on my soft red pillow
And dream another where am I so

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