BLACK ISN'T A COLOR

BLACK ISN'T A COLOR

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"what are we ? who am i ? what am i doing with my life ?" pagi ku dimulai dengan pertanyaan retorika yang memuakkan seperti biasanya. sometimes i feel like i am a hurricane, bigger than my own body, meaner than my demons, but sometimes i feel as fragile as wet papers, i got stuck in life, you can say that. but who is in control ? my demons ? or me ? actually none, He is in control of my life, but i lose on the fight, and lost in the middle of the way. sick of all these people talking and these noise. i could change my mood as fast as the January's waves, fast and strong and bold. i'm sick of feeling used. so i build this high wall, some people trying to break the wall down, you can't help but getting hurt by breaking these walls down, either you lose or me give up. but he gave up on me, so i do the same. i'm the most selfish person on earth, i guess. i can;t take the blame, pointing fingers because i don't want to be the one who bear the damage alone. so i think it's the best for everyone, this time i don't mind to be the bad one, because you are a good man, who just want a good girl, and unfortunately you met me. i want to paint my self black, because it's not a color, because nothing could defines me, i could be anything that i want. maybe i'll find someone who will paint me, and i'm sure someone will love you, but that person isn't me.
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"Who are you?" He asked eyes as wide and bright as the moon. His expression didn't even fit his pretty face anymore, it was just plastered there laughing at me crushing me down. This is not me! I don't get emotional and break down. I was raised to be strong and fight these horrible beasts that murdered my family. I took a look at him. He was all tied up and bruised. His dress shirt was wet and torn with blood all over it. I hated how he looked, it broke me down. "Answer me!" He yelled nearly in my face. I closed my eyes shut and felt a tear leave my eye. How can i just betray him like this? And make a fool out of myself. "I.. I.." I started but i couldn't Finnish my words. I felt like i'd die if i do. I met Josh Teris when i was attacked by a pack of werewolves. He was on the side of the creak when i saw him i could tell he was a werewolf, he had a dark and dangerous look to him. He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen, he was clueless so i lied to him my name and made up a whole different person that i wasn't. Maybe i did it because i wanted to get away from the life i had. Be normal for just one second. My life was based on rules and whenever i was with him he made me feel alive. I knew danger was lurking in his way. When it came it revealed all of me. Secrets came out and things started to reveal that i never thought was true myths that i read about in old books at least i thought they were myths. Now he knows and now i don't know if he would look at me the same. Every Vengeance, Has it's Price.

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