Your Name Is Purple
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Sep 24, 2016
I never liked the color purple. It wasn't because I was afraid that my masculinity would shatter if I enjoyed the look of it. I didn't have a reason to not like it.
And then a reason to like it came along.
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