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As you sit there and stare into the dark place of four boxed in walls

and your asked the basic degree question,

"Is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

and you say," No. Are we done?"

they try to dare come into the collaboration of your world

"Fine. You want to know my life? My life is peaches and cream. A perfect ray of sunshine with a gleaming rainbow."

In reality in my heart that all is the truth because you see peaches are the grown seeds the bitter, sweet roots of all my problems but the creaming of my inability to deal with the problem covers up that developed seed

and you need the sun to make your plants grow and little do they know that when the sun comes up its another reminder that its like a flashlight of society

people trying to destroy my heart with the different colors of floods of emotions that collaborate my body

Green the color I see when I think of the pressure there is to produce success

Brown the color that makes up the dead roots of the seeds people plant in me

Red is for the broken heart promises I've received the color that feels my eyes when I am at my bluest time in which

Blue is the color that feels my empty body and reminds me id rather be in the sky with the Yellow sun of a bright light that represents the emptiness of the happiness I lack which has me always feeling gloomy the definition of

Grey plain no feeling the opposite is suppose to be pink but

Pink is the reminder of the childhood I used to have how before the blackest nights came there were different shades of me but recently my face has been

Purple due to all the suffocation of everyone's words and like

Orange the color that makes up a sunset that I watch everyday as I count the list of my mistakes

So like I said to your question that makes up your degree, "My life is peaches and cream. A perfect ray of sunshine, with a rainbow full of colors."

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