Lost
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The world is new and at its "prime". The new constitution forged from our fallen society now makes America "great again". Perfection is at its up most priority of this once broken and hurt filled country, but was it really so broken? Education is at its prime, well except history, instead of history we learn about the future and the other major subjects. Animals are treated as animals and no more then that, as hardly any household has them as pets. Gays? The LGBT community? All gone, erased like imperfect lines of a once powerful artist, but isn't that what makes the artwork unique and beautiful, the imperfections? 16 year old James Walsh soon finds out that unlike the society around him, maybe he isn't so perfect either. "The rest of the world can't be like this, right?" "I mean, we all get a little lost once in a while"
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* TRIGGER WARNING* there may or may not be parts of this book that people may find upsetting. It talks about mental illness. Also it talks about religion so if any of these things may trigger you then I recommenced not reading this. However feel free to talk to me because I'm hear to support y'all. 16-year-old Matthew is on the lengthy journey of self-acceptance and discovery. How will he cope with a rising taste for a blonde boy who managed the earth on his fingertips like crushed berries. Will he learn to love himself? Or will he allow his doubt to control him and his sprouting relationship? "Taste me in crimson so that when we taste no more, when age will turn our buds sour and memories hazy, that I have hope to scour my letterbox and find you wrapped pristine silk, next to an image of June. Within your eyes, euphoric." Acknowledgements 1# slice of life 15/01/21 23# closeted 15/01/21

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