Broken (Harry Styles Fanfiction) Sequel to 'Little Things'
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"I feel as if my body is broken into pieces...as if ever since, I was dropped like a delicate beautiful vase and all of my pieces shattered against the cold hard floor of reality. Every piece cannot be found. Not even the the small core of me. I am Broken, and they or him can't do anything about it. Let me succumb to my cracks and wounds as I lay here to suffer slowly and painfully."
Sequel to Little Things.
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you cannot talk. you have a notebook and pencil you carry around with you everywhere. you've never talked. everything you do is silent. a single soft sound is forbidden to come from your mouth. You are a mute. and no one sticks around for as long as someone is about too. Be looking out for book 2, "Little Moments"
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