i told myself, after the last one, i wouldn't love ever again.
then he came along.
he took the broken pieces of my heart, and instead of putting them back together, he crushed them into even tinier pieces, and walked away, laughing as i tried to fix it myself.
so i took the broken pieces of my heart, and instead of putting it back together, i sharped the edges and used them as weapons.
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Short StoryWriters block. Do you have those a lot? When suddenly you forget what you were writing and your words and ideas vanish? What do you do to get rid of them? Do you wait? Do you sleep? Think? Me? I write. Short stories, to be exact. Welcome to the w...
