What was supposed to be, wasn't. An empty line that mocks creation. Why did I create it? What was the point of it? It doesn't matter; this tower will never hold anything insignificant.
This is the first published story that I made in high school. It is a collection of past thoughts and spiritual symbolism about my life during and out of high school. It's rough at the start, but it will get better during the end.
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