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No description could define me. No amount of words can literate the ink of thoughts blotching my mind. No palette can articulate the paints marking the canvas I thought impure. No reasoning can change me nor do any good; but only answers. Yet why do I try to fit myself in a society that's so limiting? Why do I falter on each step I forge my path with if it is who I am?
Chapter 0: Black Converses
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