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Finir

These, and many others, are of the resistance:
Violet. Flowers, before they destroyed them.
Indigo. The night sky, before they covered it.
Blue. Birds, before they killed them.
Green. The sea, before they polluted it.
Yellow. The sun, before they darkened it.
Orange. Fire, before they extinguished it.
Red.
Blood.

I whispered the colors to myself. I’d overheard the guards muttering; someone had tagged The Room.

My roommate did not come back today.

These are of they who long since abandoned their fa├žade they called “individuality”.
White. Sterility. They call it purity.
Grey. Apathy. They call it wisdom.
Black.
Oblivion.

Je finis.
Adieu.

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