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Maybe one day you can touch the rainbow and seperate it's colors.But darling, the colors that you see now may not be the actual ones. You should be precautious enough to see the darkest and the lightest of the colors.And at the end of the day, you shouldn't give a damn about it, because all that matters is that you seperated them, freed them from the centuries long perception of beauty. Dear,you have done well that I see them struggling for metaphors and similes!

A.C

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