I don't remember being anyone different.
I don't remember the taste of fresh bread or the warm breath of a summer breeze
I can't remember the color...I only know of blue.
It runs everywhere, pouring into and out of my mouth, ears, nose, and eyes.
Blue bleeds from the eyes of those that weren't there.
Weren't there when the world faded into the deepest of blue.
The lady that tucked me in at night and sang songs when making breakfast was there though.
She tightened my seatbelt and ignored my cries when blue flooded the car. She never wavered when the nose sunk.
I don't remember why...I have always been this way.
bleeding blue. Never being the same as others.
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