I like black, but need white on the inside.
Isn't everyone gray? We should be gray together. But I can't touch them. I can't caress them, or hold them. They aren't mine. I long to do so, but isolation is preferred, it seems. But I see people. I see people who see color.
How does one add color.
I still like black, but a splash of blue or perhaps red could do me good. Even if the red is my own blood.
I'm not likely to get noticed, but blood is a color I can enjoy on my own, separate.
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