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One question. One answer. One way to find out.The question: What is color?The answer: To be determined.The way to find out: Leave the barrier. Leave the grey world. Explore new frontiers.What would it be like to leave this world and enter a world of color? A world not only of color but of emotion. What would it mean to leave behind the monotony, the blank, emotionless void? Would we finally feel something? Would we understand love, happiness, even sorrow? Would urgency finally stir within us, compelling us to cherish the important moments, o...
If there was one piece of advice I could give my younger self, especially my 5th-grade self, it would be this: "Never date Cory Tuft; it will only lead to heartbreak." This might sound dramatic, but I promise there's a story behind it that I wish I could change.In the beginning, things seemed like a fairy tale. It was the year of the fifth grade, a time filled with innocence, laughter, and the blushing embarrassment of first crushes. For me, that crush was none other than Cory Tuft. He was everything a 5th-grade girl could hope for: kind, ch...
TW!: Death, dark writing theme Diary Entry, June 2nd This whole "bedtime" thing scares me, not because of my Fear Of Missing Out acting up during the night, but because of the thing that watches me, the same thing that watches no one else except me. Any direction I toss and turn, I see it. Inside any dream, I see it. Reflections through the TV, staring through the window, and even sleepovers at my friends' houses. This creature is stalking me, waiting to take me from this world and make me one of its kind... waiting to kill me. Every night, ...
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