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The Transform
All I see is gray. Gray walls and gray floors. Gray cars and gray buildings. And a lot of gray people.
They walk the same, act the same, and do the same things. All the time.
I wouldn’t be surprised if they thought the same way too. What that must be like, I don’t know and I never want to.
I am not gray. I’m not sure what I am, but I know I’m not the same as them.
There are others like me, but very few of us. They walk around with a hue not gray, not dull and so much the same.
We are like small dots of colors in a sea of gray.
It won’t last long; there just being a small handful of us.
Each day is a day with different hue’s and colors.
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