The sunshine gleams on the windowsill, refracting through the glass and gracing everything it touches with its presence. The soft…
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I trust you. From what I collect, you are to be trusted. I recognize that I cannot control your actions…
My heart is racing. My palms are sweaty. My knees are definitely weak because I haven’t left my room in…
If I had the option to stay in this barren town for the rest of my days, I would. Everything…
At the Cage, textbooks lay on my table with their binds bent. Pencils scatter themselves across loose leaf sheets of…