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I get it I was there Even when I wasn’t I move in out of a room like a Chameleon Changing ever slightly To fit In Days end when the will noise my varied shades of Blue I’d wish my life away Silent miles Endless words The rhythm Of my life Forms shapes Of photos I recognizes As if I were A spectator Twenty-four hours Of breathing in and breathing out Brings me 24 years away from The hour That Defined Whether Or not Membership Was worth My last breathe Moving forward Making choices Clearly Less defined, yet more Inclined To accept Being blue Was better Than being blue

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