Feeling's Palette
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Why am I so numb?
So numb that people around me is already fooling the shit out of me.
They gave me a palette, and in that palette was some feelings that made me feel one of a kind.
I am Lexyna Riva S. Gallardo, I most cherished and hoped that the world would permit me to find out the truth, even though I am already hiding the true colors of my feeling's palette. Read my entire story to understand why.
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