My dear friend,
I'm sorry for all the greys and pinks and blues leaking out everywhere. I'll patch it up better, I'll keep it in harder, I'll repair it faster, I'll hold on to things stronger than before.
Let me be a magnet, and I'll keep your colours too, close to me at all times, but never under my skin. In exchange, you'll be my opposite attraction, so that we'll drift farther away.
With this, I bid you farewell, and may our paths never cross again, lest it is on the other side of the world, with our backs toward each other.
Yours truly, an old friend.
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