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They calls me yellow, like yellow be my name- but if yellow is a name, why ain't black the same? Well if I say hey black girl, Lord, she try to ruin my game.

Alice Walker - The Colour Purple

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I Will

I won't need blood to love you as my own

I won't need validation to think of you as worth it

I won't care about the words carved from ignorance

I won't refer to you as anything but my child

I won't make you feel like you are less in anyway

I will hold everything about you to the highest regard

I will smile at your joy

I will hold you when you cry

I will give you what you need

And help you to what you want

I will defend you like a knight would their castle

I will teach you everything you need to know

You will owe me nothing for it all

I will raise you with love

And do the best I can do

I hope it will be enough.

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But the world was a tomb to me, a graveyard of broken statues, and each of those statues resembled her face.

Anne Rice - Interview with the Vampire

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I have to remind myself to breathe - almost to remind my heart to beat.

Emily Brontè

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Me: I have depression.

Parent: maybe you just need to get out more.

Me: Anxiety too.

Parent: We all get anxious sometimes.

Me: Insomnia as well, they seem to come in threes.

Parent: We all go through phases, you'll be fine.

Me: It's literally an imbalance in my brain.

Parent: It's just one of those teenage phases, you'll get over it.

Me: I give up.

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My mind is grey but everywhere I see colour, maybe one day i will look in the mirror and it will reflect on me.

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He saw beauty in pain

I saw oppertunity

I tried seeing beauty

But it hurt too much

I tried to see strength

But I was too weak

I tried to see meaning

And dignity

And future happiness

And everything good

But I had to be frank

It was pain

Pure, organ crushing, blood boiling pain

It was sharp, it cut and eventually so did I

There was no beauty in this

No dignity, no meaning, no happiness

It's pain

Four letters, one syllable

There's nothing good or romantic or beautiful in it

It scars you

It marks you

It brands you

It makes you sharp

It makes you cold

It takes your innocence

And if it's too strong, it takes your mind

Or your heart

Or your life

I see nothing but pain in pain

But in the circumstances that cause it

I see oppertunity.