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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
Written by
Amaia Bards  24/F/Philippines
   Benji James
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