I hate asking how you are and hearing 'fine', knowing that you are lying to my face, yet you don't really know what else to say and you hate that question.
So instead, I'm going to start asking what colour your sky is today. Not anyone else's, just yours. You'll tell me an honest colour.
Sometimes I'll ask why, and some of those sometimes, you'll tell me and I'll see the answer in your eyes.
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