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"
she speaks riddles and rhymes, seldom making any sort of sense. She runs towards the warmth of blue and startles at the sight of the sun. She never touches the same colour twice and hums away with her thoughts. 

"What if," she says sometimes, with the stars shining bright in her pupils, "what if we dreamt in colours and lived in black and white, and all of our prince charming become real?"

and then she closes her eyes and recalls memories of things that never happened, birthday parties she missed and holidays that got cancelled. she laughs jokes she never heard and murmurs sweet nothings to people who dont exist 

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