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Trading Pain For a Life of Dullness

Is an apology always too late? Did I trade my pain for a life of dullness? All the colours of the rainbow begin with the blood red, is pain just the beginning and did I just give up after the first hurdle? Do we all give up and trade a life full of colour for something simple and dull. I chose to stop seeing red and now I’ll never see; orange, yellow, green or purple. Unless you accept the pain you’ll never be grounded enough to experience anything else.

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