Orange. A warm colour associated with beautiful views in both dawn and dusk. It’s vivid but doesn’t destroy my eyes cause it’s kind. Smiling like its lifting my own soul. I walk round them because they are the centre of my love. They hug me and gives warmth, but its burning me of hatred and lies. Something so beautiful is also so deceiving. Orange. A hearty colour that I used to love, because it’s abstract and different from others. Now I’m starting to love red as it isn’t so deceiving, it just burns exactly like a fire. The fire reached my heart shattering it into flames, flames that can consume my soul. But then again, I see orange. Orange will always be in the back of my mind, because orange is the beautiful mistake of my life.

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