When The Sun And Moon Collide [Currently being re-written]

When The Sun And Moon Collide [Currently being re-written]

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This is a story about a 16-year-old boy named Sal. Sal was born into a broken household, his father was an alcoholic and abused Sal and his little sister, Akeldama. Due to his autism, Sal was never good at making friends, he only had one friend, Tara. Sal felt as if he'd never be happy, as if he'd be depressed forever. But, suddenly, a light came into his life Content warning: Some of the chapters may include sexual themes.
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