Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days... i didn't bother to count since it felt like forever. Every second feels like eternity, and it's tearing me apart as the clock ticks by, my hearts shatters along. I feel so broken i wonder if i could break any further. How much more damage can be done? until i can't feel anymore. It's kind of like a spring. It has a limit. The limit of proportionality, they say. It reaches a point where it stops extending linearly. It's the point where it has withstood so much pressure, it loses its shape. There's no going back. It cannot return to its original shape. Its the same with people. There comes a point where they are so broken, they become something else. Who they once were is gone, and will never come back. This. This is heart breaking. Because you don't choose to be broken. No one deserves to be so broken. But this world is cruel. Darling i swear it's so damn cruel, it'll make you feel like you're on top of the world, so so well, that you'll forget you don't have wings to fly, so you'll leave the parachute behind, but oh sweetheart you were so damn naive you didn't realise; everything that goes up, comes down.
Hello everyone! Thanks for reading. Well, i'm on holiday, no school woop woop, so i'm really excited to write more. This book is more sad/poetic aaaand yeah i hope you all like it. Expect more updates soon =D Your feedback would be much appreciated. Love you. -JR
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Darling, it's okay. We're all broken, in some way.
Short Story" But this world is cruel. Darling i swear it's so damn cruel, it'll make you feel like you're on top of the world, so well that you'll forget you don't have wings to fly, so you'll leave the parachute behind, but oh sweetheart you were so damn naiv...