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〚 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕀 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕟
         𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣
             𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖... 𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 〛

Dᴀʏ6◀︎ ❚❚ ▶︎♡   ←---○---→   ◉ᴄᴏʟᴏʀsⁿᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ_________________________

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Dᴀʏ6
◀︎ ❚❚ ▶︎
♡   ←---○---→   ◉
ᴄᴏʟᴏʀs
ⁿᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ
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there are colors for everything. colored systems like math is for blue and english is for red.

then there are colored emotions. red is for anger, passion, and love; while blue is for silence, calm, and sadness.

funny how a single color can convey two polar opposites, both with the same intensity, depending upon the shade.

I've come to the conclusion this is what humanity is like.

on one side you have people whom are inherently good, and only want the best for everything and everyone, then on the same side of the coin, you have those whom are filled with malicious hate for any and everyone around them that don't fit their idea of society.

humanity in itself is a double edged sword, a lowly paradox.

if you were to ask me what color I'd associate with humanity, I'd respond a murky gray.

no pretty colors, no pretty lights... just gray.

within the span of time it took to create my kind, humanity had lost all it's rights to its once beautiful array of colors, as they've become color blind to all other senses of beauty, thus losing their unique and beautiful colors themselves.

how can one go from being as priceless as silver, to being nothing more that the mud underneath your feet.

these are the thoughts I have even now, a year since I've run away, seventeen now and alone in a world where racism rules the streets.

at this very moment in time I struggle to scrape by, weekly ambushed and beaten.

I'm nothing but a lowly street rat.

and all I have done was try to survive.

my world is a constant dystopia, my people are overwhelmed with dysphoria, the unwelcomed feeling tearing at my being as I avoid mirrors at all costs... never wishing to see the cursed ring of violet... a color that once represented royalty... long ago before hell settled in upon earth.

I sat in my alley, muttering to myself as I wondered how hyung was doing...

did he care about me?

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