Some people are neutral, others just ugly. But the neutral intrigues, it demands a judgement that never arrives: it waits for hatred, sits for love, but nothing ever comes. I wonder what morning looks like to the Neutral.
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Some people are neutral, others just ugly. But the neutral intrigues, it demands a judgement that never arrives: it waits for hatred, sits for love, but nothing ever comes. I wonder what morning looks like to the Neutral.