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Black


Black is the color of death. Black is screwing up. Black is your last breath. Black is not giving a fuck. Black is a deadly disease. Black is the unknown. Black is begging on your knees. Black is anxiety that has grown. Black is life becoming duller. And yes, black is MY color.
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