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Orange. Such a dark color. Just like my life. Just one giant black hole. Melancholy. Sadness. Depression. Mr. Slave to his darkness. They call me many things. But most of all they call me that depressing kid who sits in the corner and whines all day about his race car. "Spoiled little rich kid." It causes me great pain inside to hear those words. *Insert sad face here*
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