The Sound Of White When I was younger, I honestly thought I was crazy. I knew that somehow my feelings and my thinking were not the same as the other children. I lived in anxiety and fear that my secret would be found out, and that I would be taken away from my parents.For as long as I can remember, the world has been awash with colours. My first memory of these experiences was feeling intensely red-orange when my mother refused to buy my something in the local supermarket. I wanted it so badly, my eyes and head exploded with dark red-orange. I threw myself onto the floor, smashed my fists and wailed.My mother, being the practical woman she is, said, "Wel
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