brown
I tell myself today is the day.
I know its a lie.
Today is yesterday, and somehow tomorrow.
Day bleeds into day. The colors mix.
And everything becomes brown.
I tell myself today is the day.
I know its a lie.
Today is yesterday, and somehow tomorrow.
Day bleeds into day. The colors mix.
And everything becomes brown.
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everything becomes grey*
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