you and i were never black and white. but i've always been a little deeper, a little darker. like a marker fresh out of the box; i draw clean lines and sometimes bleed through the paper.
you... how can i describe you? we have an old tin can of haphazard pens and markers, sharpies used for everything from fake tattoos to garage sale signs and the eventual moving boxes with my name scrawled on top. try as i might, i can't get any of those markers to draw a full line. every color is a lighter, dried up version of itself.
in terms of black and white, i guess i'm the villian. but at least i'm not waiting, drying up in an old tin can.
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