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Dear Yellow,

In class today, I didn't smile at you.

You asked me what was wrong

I snapped at you.

You were hurt.

But this time I didn't say sorry.

You didn't speak to me again.

But I still like you, I still love your yellow.

I made you cry again, you locked yourself in a bathroom stall.

I came in. Frantic. Looking for you.

I called your name.

You called mine.

You opened the door.

I held you. I normally don't like physical touch, I normally don't like hugging people, but I liked holding you.

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