[completed] 48 and Black. They tell me what to do. They hurt me. Blue and 15; my friends. They tell me I look pretty, that everything will be okay. They're there for me through the good and the bad. To you, these are just a bunch of random colors and numbers. To me, these are my friends. My enemies. My voices. - A (horribly written) story about a boy with paranoid schizophrenia who just might have found true love. this story is poorly written and has an 80% chance of being incorrect i'm sorry i was a terrible writter so yeah ©myboybix
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