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Why do you stare at my hair?
Does it have purple stains in it or something? Did it grow longer in just few seconds? Or is it the colour of my dream from last night that caught your attention? It cannot be, 'coz I haven't slept for a week, so... Maybe it could tho... After all, the dream is here now. It has yellow flowers in it. And blue butterflies and a certain shadow of green... Like an obsession, the images hunt me again and again. And I couldn't explain. And even tho you're long gone I still have the feeling that you stare at my hair... Maybe I'll cut it, you know?! To try to forget your voice and your soul. Useless... I can't. Not without falling apart. What's left for me here is to hang on to that colourful dream for as long as I can. I'll have to follow the path through the yellow sunflower fields. And when I'll stop writing you'll know that I'm gone.
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