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There's two things on my mind right now: inevitable death and purple. Inevitable death, because I know it happens. And I hope it happens to me. Purple, because that's the only color I can see. You get tired of purple if it's the only thing you see. You can get tired of almost anything if you deal with it long enough.
I stared at the wall. A grey-ish purple. People on the outside tell me about other colors, and try to describe them. Except their dull descriptions help me in no way, shape, or form. It's hard; not being able to see 'green' or 'orange' or.. 'aquamarine'?? Whatever that weird color is..
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