ULLA KARLSSON

The things that make me different are the things that make me!

Take away this pain, throw it in the trash and take it out!

The rain was falling but where is the rainbow, wasn't it suppose to come. The sky is only grey with a hint of blue and I miss the colors. The birds are all singing, trying to reach out to that special one. I am singing too, but you are out of reach so you can't hear the tunes. They are also grey with a hint of blue and miss the colors very much too.

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