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Rose Colored Glasses.
I remember when I took off the rose colored glasses after viewing the world for years with them on.
The world became all colors imaginable just how they were instead of tinted by a rose color.
The world flooding with yellows, and greens.
Even the colors that are hated by others.
With their not so bright appearance.
I saw the colors for what they were.
And not what they've been, or could've been.
I couldn't change them.
Even I tried to.
The rose tint remained untouched and the colors would stay as they were no matter how hard I tried to change them.
~E, not forced change.
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sunsets after dark. | poetry collection
Poetryfor the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. an collection of poetry and short stories. ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I wr...
