Then I opened the door, an eternity after I swore I wouldn't after what happened to me last time.
"If I let you in... promise you won't break anything?"
I then heard glass shatter and became weak in my knees, like the only source of what was keeping me alive collapsed in my chest; like, the only ounce of life I had left in me was drained.
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Short stories and poetry
RandomThis will be a collection of mediocre poetry and short stories that may or may not be finished. But I hope you enjoy them! /disclaimer- please excuse all punctual and grammatically errors/