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Splash of Color

Its rather hard to remember when the days bleed together. Bruised yellow, low melancholy soul combatting vibrant purple highs. Its diffucult, when something resides inside of your ribcage ripping you apart. When all you have to give the monster is the rolling black of a lonely 3 a.m. Its hard, when all I am is gray. Gray matter heart beats too slow. Gray matter brain splatter on the wall. But all I see is red

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Date: 10/20/2016 11:59:00 AM
Sadly vivid, well done Aims. I look forward to sharing more of your work. Welcome to the soup...Soup mail me if I can be of any assistance, Charlie
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