They're two sides to a story. I'm on my side and you're on your's. But I know what's happening over there, and you know what's happening over here- because there's a gray line in the middle- the one where both stories clash.
Now, I'm warning you that the gray line is only revealing the information that doesn't concern itself. The truth's still untold.
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Kalopsia: Words Are Dangerous
PoésieWords are like lethal poison- it's either you swallow it, or you use it on others.
