All the colors I've ever seen are brighter than ever,
Though irrelevant in my eyes.
Your truth is my truth is their truth.
We just don't know how to live it.
I'm overwhelmed.
Author notes
There's actually a lot more to this one that came before these lines, but the poem as a whole is the biggest piece of crap ever written. I'm just really attached to these lines, for whatever reason. These might suck, too, now that I consider it, but hey...
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