Jayyy____

Hands tighten around my neck. gripping, grabbing at my skin. I hold myself up until I'm ready to fall and when I fall, what happens then? 

elena_rosey

My hand hits the pot mug from my morning coffee, I watch as it smashes into a million pieces like a jigsaw waiting to be solved.
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RhisLibrary

Hi! I'm sorry to bother you but, I was wondering if you were interested in a read for read situation!
          Even if you don't worry I'll still follow after!
          I hope you consider reading my assassin story 'Project Mercy'!
          Have a lovely day/night!