Day 50
I'm nearing a depth.
Which no one escapes.
They call it death,
But I call it my home.
There's a desperate need.
And I don't want to be freed.
But need to be.
So here I'm again.
Window open.
On the sill I stand.
Looking down below.
The door is closed.
I hope you're alone.
Because with more quietness,
They'll realise.
I'm not breaking more things.
So I'm probably gone tonight.
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50 Days // Narry AU
FanfictionFifty days of traveling and fifty days of Harry writing in the small journal. 'I think I have found him, without physically finding him. I know I have, because I find these little things. Things only he would do, and...
