I thought it would sound different. I thought it would last longer. Sure I've broken a glass before; I know what it should sound like, but I imagined that it would sound ... different this time, because I dropped it on purpose. I didn't drop it out of spite or shock or anger. I dropped it to feel. I dropped the glass to feel again to know that I could feel. I dropped it to prove to myself that I could.
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Disconnected
Teen Fiction"Kent, I laugh, I cry, I hope, I dream, but not on the same level, I feel so far away from everything, I feel ... I am disconnected." The words shoot out of my mouth as I stare at Him, the boy I hated now the boy I might be in love with. Carmen Ber...
