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Cold Boy

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White is such a deceiving colour. It presents purity, goodness, light, hope and whatever is positive in the world. It presented freedom. 

But don't be mistaken by its light. Don't be mistaken by its facade. 

If you look closely you'll see the cracks of darkness it holds. You see specs of darkness here and there. But if you even had the chance to look that close your already done for...gone. 

You'll never be the same again so I advice you to stay away. I did. But it was too late. I fell for its facade. And I fell hard. 
This isn't just any story. This is mine and you are in for a ride so hold on tight.All Rights Reserved

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