He snuck out the house
To sit in the backyard
His soul ached aloud
Stitching up all the shards
The wind blew in his ear
And blocked the faraway noise
The bruises disappeared
As he heard his mother's voice
Silly boy, get in!
The man called from the door
My patience is wearing thin
I've gone easy on you before
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JugendliteraturThe first few chapters are rhymes showing flashbacks of Jace's life. After these, it will be a regular story. I wrote this a while ago. It's angsty. Be warned. Will update when I can!
