My Shades
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for english i had to create an imaginative writing piece using a colour and well i really liked the one i wrote and thinking bout keep going with it. inbox me a colour (with picture) and ill write a memory bout the colour whether its sad or happy or both i dont know yet but i try keep them as simple as it gets.
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