Broken

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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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