I explain my feelings with color
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Last published Thu, Aug 17, 2017
This book is about your mind.
There's something in your mind that blocks the real world
You wish for things
But never happens
You end up more alone
All you see is color
You're normal
But you don't feel sadness or anger
You feel color
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