Over the Rainbow
for a long time I was kept in the dark.
no light. no love. no color.
the future seemed black and white, dull, without vibrance.
that was until I opened.
it only took a turn of a knob, but it was thought to be a tragic end.
the knob stood between before me, and now me.
after turning the knob I was introduced to a world full of color.
no longer was my world black and white, but it beamed in color.
it was as if I stepped into the Land of Oz after I found myself Over the Rainbow.
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