Aurora
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"The soul becomes dyed with the color of Its thoughts." -Marcus Aurelius "I am nothing but the unusual, I can walk around knowing there's many colors around people. The colors are calling me in, and I'm trying not to stare. I don't want to stare, they'll know I'm crazy like everyone else. I am not the only one in this parlous world, but I feel so unwanted, and the dreams I have are so real. They tell me everything; past and future. They turn out more realistic than I wish for, and I will never be able to not know what happens in the years to come. I've seen too much... If you're reading this, just know it's too late for some of us. We're already captured and nothing will work to find the missing pieces of ourselves, of everyone else. Don't let us become obsolete..."
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