By Lexi Miller

I used to love purple. I was ten and all I loved was the Baltimore Ravens.
Their team colors are black and purple. My little ten-year-old room covered in merchandise. I had a Ray Rice fathead. I did not know he would abuse a girl and never play football again. I didn’t know a lot back then. I still don’t know a lot. I can tell you the quadratic formula now, I can tell you my favorite color is no longer purple, I can tell you that laying on the dock is best at night. I like to watch the stars. I used to think it was cliché to sit out and watch the stars – maybe it is, but I spend a lot of nights that way.  I like yellow now.

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