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Sometimes I get exhausted

To see the world all black and white.

Especially when I am in a biology class

And they are talking about how

The red liquid is flowing through our vessels.

Because it isn't true.

I've seen mine.

I even remember the first time

I've ever seen my blood.

I'd cut my finger when I was cooking my favourite meal.

I shouted at my mother.

"My blood is black."

She'd looked at me as though I was insane.

I remember.

"It's red." She denied. "It's just you cannot see it."

If I cannot see it red, doesn't it mean it's not red?

It's my blood. MINE.

I should know it better than anyone else.

Ever since, if anyone asks me what my eye colour is,

I say grey instead of green,

I say my hair is black instead of brown,

Because it's what I see

And the body is mine.

Then it makes me realise

That colours have

A huge part of life.

And I lack it.

I wish people could see

That they are so lucky

And some aren't.

I wish they would just stop

Committing suicide and

Feeling worthless.

Because everyone is worth

Living and being loved.

And nobody is utterly lonely.

Even black has white by its side.

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Dedicated to one of my favourite authors on here, Lamia.

Check out her stories if you haven't yet. She is a talent and her stories are amazing!