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"This coloring book is the one that the child colored in with the dullest colors in the crayon box. This coloring book was colored with the saddest greys and blues. The sky was painted no lighter than ash. The ground was burnt away with a fire of hatred, leaving only the black remains of what life there used to be. The only color was blue, but even then, that faded away into a grey midway. Most of it was left uncolored. The child got bored with it. It found a new coloring book it liked much more. One they felt deserved their precious color. And so, this coloring book was abandoned and torn and folded at the bottom of the toybox."
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I have always been unlucky with love huh... I'm the 'Unrequited Love Repeater' that's right. It's almost like Cupid himself hates my entire existence. I met them again. My failed romance stories. The people who made me learn from my mistake. The people who taught me how to love myself. The people who broke my heart and mend it back. The people who made my smile brighter. The people who made my heart warm. The people who took pages from my book. Pages of happiness, sadness, anger, and well... past memories. Nightmare, my childhood friend whom I had always admired when I was young. He loves me but it was the type of love I didn't yearn for. Killer, the playboy who made me laugh the hardest. I wanted him in my arms but he wanted to be in her arms. Dust, my bestfriend who I resonate with a lot. Same music taste. Same vibes. Different feelings. He fell in love with my bestfriend. Error, my 'rival' at academics. I did everything I could to acquire his love. I guess you already know who lost between us. Horror, my guardian angel. Not literally. Comfort. He gave me comfort. He made me feel special but at that time I was already too tired to even try. Cross, my online bestfriend. My feelings on him are uncertain. I don't think I'm ready to address that yet. But after all these years, I still love them. Someday I will be brave enough to mutter the words "I still love you". ___________________ ↷I have the rewritten one published! (PLEASE GO READ IT HUHU) ↷DISCONTINUED but hey you might still enjoy it :) ↷art in cover belongs to @kucingmontel on tublr !! ↷female! reader

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