Snälla låt mig gå, snälla låt mig ta mitt pick och mitt pack och sticka härifrån, bara fara och aldrig komma tillbaka.
Snälla.
RARA, SNÄLLA.
Jag vet inte vad jag ber om. Men snälla.
Please let me go, please let me take my odds and my ends and get out of here, just go and never retur.
Plese.
PRETTY. PLEASE.
I don't know what I'm asking for. But please.
(Okay, so I have no fricking idea when or why I wrote this, I found this in my notebook so I think I wrote this late at night. I was written in swedish but I made a poor translating for you guys.. if anyone is reading this I mean... but yeah I don't have a wish to run away from home or anything, just letting you know.)
YOU ARE READING
SHORTSTORYS
RandomJust some of my super short storys, most of them are written late at night. Some of them may be in Swedish don't know...
