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I've been writing in Literary Club recently and I wrote this and it made me happy 'cause I like it I guess...
Enjoy:
His hair was blue. Blue like his eyes. I had given him the dye, forgetting how well it matched them. It made his eyes a deep dark blue, like pools of reef infested oceans. He did it soley to rebel, but it did more than that. That single bottle brought out the bond between us. It was there before, but now it was as visible and palpable as his deep blue hair. Instead of cold harsh and stabbing eyes, there was a sense of calmness. But it was still blue. His eyes still held the rage inside us both. It showed that there was more than just friendship. Each of us had tied millions of strands together. We intertwined eachother together so much that there was no way for us to be detangled. No force could pull us apart. We were together, grasping onto every inch of each other, holding on for dear life. We needed anything and everything, if only to know we were there. Brown and blue, belnded together, forming and rising as high as we coulud go. Nobody could pull us off this high. Hanging on together being held up by a single strand. Our eyes searching deep into eachother until there was no end... no start.
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2:08 AM
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