95.) white

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If there's one thing I am it's bold.
You like to hide in the shadows, but I don't.
If there's one thing winter is, it's cold.
You know that I will always do what you won't.

My feelings are on my sleeve, they soar high in the sky
like a kite.
The colourful tapestries I constantly weave,
prove how I don't hide my secrets, I leave them all in the white.
Under the light,
in plain sight,
because I've got nothing to hide.
I am who I am and I don't always abide.
I decide
where my path is headed, I control my ride.
Where I choose to reside.
I am the ocean, I am the water, I am the wave, I am the tide.
I am the sea, stretching far and wide.
I am always myself so, pick a side, pick a side.

You may hide in the dark,
but I hide in the white.
I leave my mark,
like an angry shark,
and yes, I do it out of spite.
So remember,
forever,
I don't bite
out of spite.
No, I'm not afraid of the dark I just love the light.
And you might love something else, and that's alright.
But not me, not I.
I, I love to hide in the white.
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