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"What's Your Color?"


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Luka:

It is scary, how real we become when faced with tragedy. When we can no longer pretend to belong to some life other than that of this hollow world. Its fragile structure, destined to all comes crashing down with deafening sound when you least expect it, and the whole world in all it's glory becomes dead to our simple minds. If only one of those simple minds belonged to me. Sadness could just be another fleeting human emotion and love would be forgotten. Sweet memories of youthful embrace lost with age, disregarded for the sake of your own mental health. Life again takes it toll, leaving personal sorrow out of it's bitter equation. And on and on without a care it spins, leaving so many behind. Why won't it leave me behind? Will it not leave me to my self pity? Why does life still stick with and give me fresh grief, keeping me wrapped in its constricting embrace? Please let me dissolve into nothingness. I cannot remain, trapped here, with a false face to mask the pain. Let me go. I need to see him once more.


This is only a prologue, next chapter should be much longer. Please review.