To Find My Sunshine.
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Last published Fri, Jun 8, 2018
Olive, a depressed, young teen entangles in a world of red, blue, green, purple, pink and black. What colours can the cruel reality be painted and masked with?
A digital glow, embedding a feeding urge.
The green of an envious dearest.
The blue of the calm water that envelopes the cliff in the forest.
Red the colour of guilt and lust.
The purple of solitude in the dark lies of our universe.
The pink of trust and love, that can hurt like the thorn of a rose.
Black, the sadness staining our minds and tainting our actions and angels.
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