Walls

May 31, 2011
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I look at my walls and try to remember back to when they used to be white. All these once empty structures built together that make up my room. When I was little my mom painted these walls; a combination of light pinks and baby blues all swirling together. She thought it would fit me nicely, but those walls weren’t really me. Over the years my walls have gone from color to color with help from my family and friends. Now that I look at them, with their messy hot pinks and streaks of black, I’m still not content. I think this time I am going to choose my own color and paint them myself.





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