Black and white. My life to me has always been in that shade—black and white. Too depressing you say but in reality that's how I feel every single time, every single minute, every single moment of my so called life in this so called planet earth. Why do I even exist? Why do I even breathe every air that's present if all I could feel and see is black and white? No colors, no excitement, no life. Ugh! I need to see other colors in this so called—again! I need to feel life and love! I exist you know? Only, if only, people can see me. People—like Andrew.
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I'm Here
Teen FictionA short story about Moira who actually exists in her world...hoping one day that she can exists in someone else's. A love story.
