I'd say I don't know who's fault this is anymore, I'd bury the hatchet, but I do know who started this and I can't bury the hatchet because it will always, always find a way back up. I started this. I am made of glass. I don;t have the strength to pick up pieces of the hearts I've broken; because I'm already shattering at the thought.
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Excerpts from Books I'll Never Write
Short Storykinda random. most of them are emotional aha
