The boys mind was made of beautiful stained glass. The kind found in grand old churches. The kind of glass that as the golden afternoon sunlight shone through the windows the hall would be filled with an array of vibrant colors. The type of glass that should have caught everyone's eye. Oh but no one noticed the boys mind. Because as I say "No one notices glass untill it shatters."
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RANDOM Things I Write At 3 Am
General FictionMy old account was @kindledlettere or something. Kids at school found it so I yeeted out of there. Basically I write random shit to fall asleep so that's what this will be home to. I dont remember writing most of this.
