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Apr 2018
"What are we? " he asked.

"A gray area."

It's a question I don't want to answer,  or rather,  a question I'm afraid to answer... Because once I open up the possibility, there's no reset button, no escape route, no other way but forward.

So I'd rather stay in this gray area. It's safer.
Amaia Bards
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Amaia Bards  24/F/Philippines
(24/F/Philippines)   
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   Benji James
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