Do you know someone who is colored black and white?
Well, we pass by them everyday. They are walking around us unnoticeable. Sometimes, it is not like we cannot see them, but we just cannot feel them. Sometimes, they are so visible that we turn ourselves against them.
They exist. And we meet them at the most unexpected times.
When the rainbows are nowhere to be found. When our own colors cannot paint our surroundings any longer. When we are lost. We meet them; or we just find them.
But those people were completely opposites.
They either give us hope to continue or break us until we are in pieces. They either help us when we are at our worst or kick us down when we are at our best. They either seek us so we can grow together or they get what they need from us to win alone.
Most of us will hate them. Those who can only see the world in black and white, all or nothing, themselves or no one, something or nothing, with or without, yes or no, one or zero.
We always meet them at the most unexpected times. It is neither luck nor coincidence.
It is because we meet them when our own colors faded.
It is because they live in us.
We are them. They are us.
We can hate them because we can hate ourselves.
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