To high for you~
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Dernière publication lun., sept. 11, 2017
Day's would melt, string and sometimes the universe would even let them flow right on by. Days turned to years and years turned into a decade.
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Atticus frowned as his eyes searched those polished river stone hues that's stared right back at them. The mirror reflecting the exhaustion hidden within their slanted orbs but it was the only thing they noticed. Not the smile lines between their dimples and cheeks, or the way their hair sat nicely when it was dry and framed their face. No they noticed their imperfections, oddities and things they wish they could change.
"Why am I like this?"
Their breath catching within their throat. The mound within their throat growing with anticipation as they searched longer for an answer..
"Maybe for a moment.. you can cut me some slack?" The question aimed at no one but the almighty above. Attic wasn't the type to believe in one god but the universe was a big part of the eighteen year olds life. Sighing as they gave up and ventured back into his room. Dressed only in a pair of snug briefs and a white crop top, their hair pulled into a ponytail and residue from the makeup look of the night before plastering over their light golden skin.
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This story is based around the stories and everyday life of a AFAB nonbinary eighteen year old. Born from truma and chaoticness and goes through everyday life. This story isn't easy and happy so please read at your own risk! But do enjoy & I hope you can relate to some of the "characters" within this book!
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