She sat on the counter, with her legs crossed and her back against the cold stoned wall.
If anyone was looking at the outside of her, They would say she looked relaxed. But on the inside there were lose strings from the people that left. Some parts were knotted from where she thought about him. Other parts were frayed from the ones she loved that had loved another.
One day she hung herself with the strings she collected that once held her together.
~excerpt from a book I'll never write∞
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Short StoryJust a whole bunch of excerpts from a book I'll never write. If you like one in particular then let me know I'll see if I can make a book out of it.❤️ Lots of love- huneyboobear
