As I watched the clear water become mixed with the different color dyes I found myself thinking of my dark past. It was clear to me that when the red and yellow dyes were being dropped into the clear water I felt as if a calm, soothing moment in my life was being disturbed with pain and hate. This also reminded me of when at one part of my life everything at one time was peaceful until my father became the drops of dye, he messed everything up. The other dyes resemble the blackness of my heart and how they came into my life after everything else. They made the water, which was dirty but light, into dark nothingness just like my life at the present moment.
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