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THE TRUE COLORS


The world can be creepy at times,

There is surely a reason why all things are made in their specific ways.

People are different not just by the way they appear or what they like and eat,

Everything created by God has its own story,

Some people will choose to be close to you some will rather not,

Those who decide to stay away from you are not bad people either,

They just have their own style of living,

They have their own principles and beliefs,

Some are restricted by their parents others are not,

But good people in all are loving caring, understanding, gentle and well disciplined.

I hate to think you think i hate you..

 

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Chisanga franklin

Son of Jae an offspring of amaranthine fragrances A.K.A the last piece of Edgar Allan Poe

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