Sparks of light flying around everything living. Their own little fragments of soul. Shining in every corner you turn, gleaming in different colors. Though we cannot see them they are there, no matter how much we try to hide them from others.
Some people told that if you would accept good and bad as they are you would see them for fraction of second. Maybe it would give someone hope or happiness seeing that they are similar, but still their unique selves. Maybe it would make them give themseves and others a chance. Maybe just maybe it would save someone.
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Short and Longer writings
RandomShort and long stories, most will probably be short. This will be kind of like an example of how I write, I guess. Prompts/Themes and feedback are welcome.
