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The Color Of..

It’s loud inside my head.
Because none of my thoughts can find a way to escape.
I am as invisible as air,
And as quiet as butterflies.
I am the girl in third hour.
Not shunned,
but not welcomed.
Inhaled,
Only to be exhaled.
I am the color of cloudy days.



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