I Don't Know.

I Don't Know.

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If one could describe myself, I would tell them to stop after their first word, no matter what it was. Not to be depressing or because I'm depressed, but rather because I'm just tired of people trying to describe me. They think they know who I am, though they only know who I show myself to be. I have many forms, yet they all exist at once and they have molded into a single body that is me. If these types of stories are not to your fancy, go ahead and read something else. I don't deserve your read if you don't want to give me your read. That's just how it works. This is not one for the young'uns, I'm sorry. If you are a young'un, or are inexperienced with stories like this (usually filled with sad things and things involving death and gore and stereotypical shenanigans like that), I'd recommend you read something else. It'd work better.
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I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

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