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....she exclaims to me as she yawns
Her angst
Her anxiety
Those give her the mean ones
Reds, that is...
I ask : "What about the blues ?"
She sips her milk and smiles
Blues were different
It rained too long
And you were getting big
Those were The Blues.
The Reds made you see purple
Dark, and cold like ice
You feel a sense of dread
But what is there to fear
But one's self ?
The Blues made you see grey
Dull, lifeless...
Like a rock on a lonely plain
Saddness thickens the heart
She said
And dulls the senses.
But grief, worry, and strife
Destroyed the mind

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