
Start writing...Colors differentiate ,and the that someone fact notices doesn't make it hate. The content of our character is so much more than fate, and the sum of all our choices is our present state.
Red, for all its pure heat, and anger, courage to run headlong into danger, and all that love for; even a stranger. .. choice is who we are.
Yellow in its warmth, and glory, penetrating every story with the reach of sunlight' s gaze. Energy is what we are...
Or blue in all its tranquil splendor, purity, and life; surrender unto the skies above to render, such a pallette of all we .are...
Shades are not what makes us worthy, and differences are not worth hurting. So far all these words aren't working, and they've lured us from our path...
Brown, black, white, be it yellow, or red, just different shades, all of us; people, from our golden birth to our cold grey grave. See people, not color.


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