The dusty, old book was sitting there, just begging to be read. Cautiously, I placed a hand on its leather cover, holding the memories of a life once led astray; a life thrown away; the life that I never wanted to see.
It was here now.
It was me.
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Too Short For Words
القصة القصيرةA Collection of Short Stories ~ Enjoy •3• P.S Updates will be slow ;3 so bear with me P.P.S Mature Stories will now be marked with [M]! Thank you for reading! :3
