I met a grey child with stripes. He had a few ticks in his fur, but that was okay. I let him out after walking through the building to see if anyone would come out and take him back, but no one did. He strolled home after playing with a few leaves on the ground, such a friendly young boy. I hope he made it home safely.
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PoesiaEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
