The Clashing Colors
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When bad thoughts struck me at random times, I struck paper with my horrid thoughts and turned my pain into beautiful words. One day, I'll reread these and see how much I've grown. I'll see how I hurt less and I'll see that I've come to love myself a little bit more.
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