Games are supposed to be fun, but the game of hide-and-seek isn’t so fun when you’re the only one hiding, no one cares enough to seek, and the game has ended years ago.
My name is Joy, and I am miserable, and I have hidden for fifteen years.
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The Dandelion of Our Broken Minds
Short StoryFor the miserable, for the pained, for the broken: It's okay to come out of hiding, just as long as you know what it is you seek. You must -- you absolutely must -- be certain. The story of Joy.
