The key is fragile. Not to be hurt. Not to be touched. But one day, someone snaps the key in half, not caring anymore. The key is now broken, almost impossible to fix. Somehow though, eventually, with the right care, the key will be whole again. It's just at a matter of time. The "key" is me, the "somebody" is the world. REDOING STORY!! MIGHT BE CONFUSING AT SOME POINTS! JUST STICK WITH ME TO THE END, I PROMISE IT WILL MAKE SENSE. WHY AM I YELLING AT A DOOR AND MY PHONE!? I'M GOING TO SHUT UP NOW!! There is a hidden meaning behind this story. If you somehow figure it out, pm me. WARNING: CONTAINS DEPRESSION IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE DEPRESSION, DON'T READ!!