Story: white.
Intro.
W H I T E.
My heart is as pure as an all white room
As neat as a freshly ironed button down
As refreshing as the first snow
As mysterious as an unopened door.
My heart is as empty as an all white room
As stiff as a freshly ironed button down
As sharply cold as the first snow
As closed as an unopened door.
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