Happiness is GrayMature

Love can not be defined in black and white, nor hate and prejudice. We live in a world of immense color and happiness is grayed and hard to define. We are not all as we appear though you would know that best.

A looped reel of a horrible movie plays in my mind. I fight to regain myself but I am lost. Sweat chills fill my body, these are the memories I can not, will not forget… 

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