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If I were a color, I would be black like the dark night that surrounds my horrified trembling body
I would be white, like the pale moon face beaming its unfriendly glow
I would be gray, like the weathered cobblestone racing past my feet
I would be blue, like the cold sweat running down my quivering, unstable body
I would be yellow, like the numerous onlooking eyes, staring with exicetment at my frail body, slowly losing strength
I would be red, like the blood flowing from my gashed knee after stumbling onto the cold musky ground
I would be maroon, like the tarnished robe of my pernicious stalker
I would be silver, like his blade rapidly approaching what was left of my weary body
If I were a color, I would be black like the dark night surrounding my lifeless body, lying on the cold ground
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