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Lost Colors

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Reads 73
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Parts 4
Time 30m

blind color disease fiction love rainbow short shortstory teen

When I was young, my mom bought me coloring books matched with crayons of every color; gold, aqua, blue, red. My dad is a painter and he taught me how to paint. Colors dominate my world. There are no words that can justify how colors made my life fun and happy. It's just that I won't be able to see them anymore in the near future. You know what scares me the most? For me to forget every color of life.

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