colors
someone once told me "you showed me colors you know when i can't see with anyone else". and i didn't know how to answer, because im confused. what colors did i give them? what part of me was bright enough to be seen like that? i don't feel colorful, i don't feel bright, i feel muted, unfinished and sometimes even invisible like a song left in demo version. heard, but never fully played. so when someone says i gave them colors, it feels unreal. like they're seeing a version of me i don't recognize or loving something i don't know how to name. i wonder why they saw something in me when i can't even see in myself.
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