Blackened Heart
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Last published Tue, May 2, 2017
In the future The Program is installed in your heart the second you are born. The Program, also known as the R.A.I.N.B.O.W helps to deal with your feelings. Once a year you see a doctor that scans your heart and based on the results you see a therapist.
Pink- love
Red- anger, issues needed to be solved
Orange- committed a crime/sin
Yellow- happy, normal, the color your supposed to have
Green-sick, physically
Blue-sick, mentally
Purple-envious, of something or someone
R.A.I.N.B.O.W- gay, sent immediately to conversion therapy
Blackened Heart- all of these combined, sentenced to death
If your heart is R.A.I.N.B.O.W or black then the government is gonna kick your butt. Tomorrow is my scanning and I don't want to go because I have commited all these feelings and the worst isn't even the deadly sin.
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