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Intro. All my friends have girlfriends. They talk about love, fights, kisses and messages at midnight. Not me. I have white hair and blue eyes, and yet I am always the one watching from the outside. Not because I don't want to love, but because no one has truly understood me. This is a quiet, real and sometimes uncomfortable story. A story where I am the protagonist

Blue Eyes, White Hair

@Jeronimo