Nothing more than broken strings

Nothing more than broken strings

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WpMetadataReadЗавершенная история чтв, авг. 13, 2015<5 min
Carefully, extremely carefully I moved to the left corner of the old, rundown and seemingly dusty room. Little did I know how important that decision would prove to be for me in just a matter of seconds.
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I heard a noise from behind me, and I whipped around. Written on my mirror, in eyeliner, was the word LEAVE. My heart pounding, I slowly approached the mirror, scared. I picked up the eyeliner from the desk, and glanced at the necklace that was still in my hand. I looked back in the mirror... ...And staring back at me was a boy.

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