i always thought that after i met my significant other, gray area wouldn't mean much to me but then you barged in like a thunderstorm and you took away my everything and left me as a refugee to my own shelter. you scarred my body with your harsh love and filled my lungs with insufferable smoke and thats when i realized that red and blue don't always make purple. sometimes they just make gray.
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2 a.m. thoughts
Fanfictioni usually wake up at 2 am and think about a lot of stuff. i tried to sum them up and write them here. [ lowercase intended.]
