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dasiamari wrote:As I walkedcommaLlooking at the uncolorful world, I sighed full stoptThe rain washed it all awayfull stoptThe colors ran from everything ,wall,
leaves,even skin color ran into the street like watercolor paint , now every thing was white.The school was closed because the words on white paperwherewereinvisableinvisibleYou need to explain this point further, I only understand it from having read and re-read it..Everything looked the samefull stop.cChildren aged beyond there years with white hair and pale skin.Maybe put something in here about how they resembled ghosts? The rain took it all away that, horrible rain that came pouring down as any other ,but much worste as the colors disappered down the sewers. Everyoneseem to have forgotten the colors but not me , I pulled out the one thing that was truly mine, the prize my mother gave me before taking her life the prize my father made before deciding that my mother was no longer pretty with her jet black hair now white, her skin no longer pink...Don`t think about them! I commaned myself as I pulled out the smooth brown box .
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