Orange is walking alone. Orange Is hearing the crunching of leaves beneath your feet and nothing else. Orange is wishing you could hear his footsteps beside your's but you're not that lucky. Orange was the color of the ball he threw when he was so happy and he jumped and laughed. Orange is just a memory of that. Orange is the sound of his voice when he sounded so upset and he said goodbye over and over and you where scared. Orange was the silence after he hung up. Orange is walking over the bridge that he left this world at. Orange is walking alone over it without even pausing. Orange.


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