No, lovely, you can't break what's already been broken,
I say with a smile.
YOU ARE READING
Small Voices
Short StoryWhile I sit alone, the voices whisper in my head. I close my eyes to hear them say."write us.... don't let us die when you're dead....."
I'm fine 🙂
No, lovely, you can't break what's already been broken,
I say with a smile.
