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The townsfolk of Ariad were usually quiet, and the area did not have many events of interest. But today was going to be a little different. Grant laughed deviously to himself as he raced by, knocking hats off men and slyly flipping the skirts of ladies. The normal peace was starting to lean towards a bit of disorder. Men cursed, and women gasped as he sped by. But none gave chase, for that was surely just looking for trouble. Oh how fun it was! Grant could feel the exhilarating rush of the wind on his cheeks. But it was not his true objective in this town. His excitement pumped through him as a devious smile crept onto his face. Ahh, ...

Clashing pain Drips of white and black Fight to overthrow one another Neither ever truly succeeding In a never ending cycle Where my color will fade to a dull grey And suddenly burst into a fireworks display Who are you? They will ask. And you will answer I don't know. So they resume The pain once again But The black drips are beginning to overwhelm It's only a matter of time Before I gray To what I once was Nothing. Nothing but a mere piece of imagination. A forgotten illusion. ____________________ Interpret this anyway you want. There are different ways for different people. Yes, I wrote it.