Stained Glass Girl
Broken Pieces Held Together by Lead
I am light caught in the cracks.
I live in the hush of a forgotten cathedral, where the sun still paints the floor with stories. I was made by what tried to undo me, stitched not with regret but with purpose. Every flaw is a color. Every cut, a shape. And the lead that holds me? It's not a cage. It's a promise.
What I'm Into: sunlight through ruins, the language of fractures, mending without hiding, colors that breathe, silence that sings
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