It's just a tool, I tell myself. Nothing more then a tool. Yet I can't convince myself. Not fully. It hadn't been a tool. I turned it into a tool. It had been harmless, but I turned it into a weapon. I hold it in my hands. It's just a tool, I think.
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53 Word Stories
Короткий рассказStories I've written for competitions. They have been put in the order I wrote them. Keep in mind that I wrote some of these stories when I was little, and haven't edited them at all. These stories are not meant to be based on truth, and are creat...
