He was more than just a cute boy. He was a story untold. He was a legend unheard of. He was scars from past battles reminding you that the war is over. He was a leader who had lost followers, but still lead. He was a lullaby never remembered. He was a drug so addictive every piece of it was hidden and locked within thick walls. He was a dream that was dreamt while you were awake. He was a weapon that did nothing but self destruct. He was more than just a cute boy.
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The Life of an Audacious Teenager
Short StoryBasically just shit stories that don't go together and are mostly all about love.
