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Orange...

Hey, it's been a long time. Sorry for being out for too long, for not taking time to write things to you.

I'm back!

Know what... the colors have been gloomy these days. It's been hard times. No, I'm not remembering you just because of these hard times. It's nothing like that. It's just that you are the only friend that I can think of right now. The only friend that I can turn to. You and Music. But Music is more like telling me what to do and what to feel. I've been feeling a lot lately. And I just wanted to have an outlet. Someone that I could talk to, someone to listen... not knowing, not judging, but just letting me be.

I know you can give me that, CrayonedThoughts. Thank you! :)

But in all of these, I'm looking forward to seeing Orange again, you know the warm and lively one.

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