18yearsold
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A year is colors is something that can blur around you
It starts off in the cold winter months, with blues and grays, and whites
before it moves to the dusty brown and pale greens of spring
You tried so hard but you never quite were
who you wanted to be, feeling so unsure.
There were times you wanted to let it all go
there were days you wanted to be best in show.
