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Her Colorless World

Her Colorless World

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⚠️TW: bullying/harm⚠️ She was the type of girl to keep her head down in the hallways. No one ever cared about her. Her eyes rotate around the rooms she can't fully see. Pain follows her everyday because of that. Everyone would sit and laugh in her face. Her mind grew badly day after day, thinking that no one cared. Since no one cared, she never saw the beauty into herself. This all happened because the colors she saw were only black, Grey's, and white. Until as she walks the hallways, she meets that one special person. Someone who gave her hopeful memories. Someone who cared. And someone who saw through her dark world.
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